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[wingless_clan]

Elisa entered the Bar in full dress uniform. Ramrod straight and grim looking, she glanced around the bar before removing her hat. The door had obviously caught her on a bad dayThat didn't seem to matter though, as she stalked toward the bar and pulled a small plastic bag full of charred plastic bits and ash. She'd been carrying the thing around

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[selfmademadman]

Oh dear. This is probably not the best time to mention the gentleman sitting at the end of the bar, then, is it? The one in the elegantly tailored suit and the well-groomed goatee reading something from a data pad that is clearly well beyond his time period?

He hasn't noticed her, at least, so he can safely be ignored. Or at least, as safely as Xanatos can ever be ignored.

[wingless_clan]

....perfect. Really. Seeing him not in jail, and in one of her safe havens just made her day.

Luckily? She was a good cop. She didn't scream, yell, shoot him...no, she just turned on her heel and headed further down Bar's length.

[selfmademadman]

He seems to realize that he's being watched, and looks up from the data reader, glancing around the room.

Ah, yes. It would be Detective Masa, wouldn't it? No one else has that particular piercing glare.

She's preoccupied with something on her mind, though, so he merely offers her a polite nod and a tight smile.

[wingless_clan]

Paranoia was often triggered by a guilty conscience. At least Xanatos had made a virtue of the fact?

Her fingers tightened on the hat tucked against her arm, and that lovely glare kicked up no few notches at his nod. Sometimes he really got on her nerves.

Well...all the time, admittedly.

She nodded, once, tightly, but she wasn't going to go out of her way to inform him about the situation he'd created.

[selfmademadman]

He frowns just slightly in thought, trying to remember just what it is he could have done recently to merit such a venomous stare. Then again, it could merely be the simple fact of his presence here that has her in such a state.

Xanatos shrugs, and there's something almost apologetic (but not entirely sincere) in the expression, before he turns his attention back to the pad.

[wingless_clan]

Well, he was going to play nice, and she was out of her jurisdiction, so the only thing she had left to do was turn away.

Damn it.

[selfmademadman]

He looks up once more, a few minutes later, and sees that she's turned away into another conversation.

Xanatos nods to himself.

Another time, perhaps.