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[tanyadams]

The door opens, and a certain commando walks in, in a less explosive fashion than last time. The sight of the Bar causes a deep sigh of relief, and Tanya makes her way to a booth, slumping in.

There is too much happening: she needs a distraction.

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[aeons_crackshot]

Ask, and ye shall receive. Or something. Annabelle peers at Tanya from over the side the booth. "Rough day?"

[tanyadams]

"Romanov is dead." And Tanya did not do it, obviously.

[aeons_crackshot]

"You didn't get a crack at him, eh?" she says, sliding into the booth. She expects that Tanya would be cheerier if she'd put a bullet through his skull.

[tanyadams]

"It seems Vladimir did it." Oh, there. "How long it has been here, since last time?"

[scots_wolf]

She might get distraction in the shape of Urquhart, who is leaning in a corner, arms crossed.

[tanyadams]

Tanya takes a few minutes to notice him, and offer a nod.

Something really put her deep into unease.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart walks over to the booth and looks down at Tanya.

"May I sit here?"

[tanyadams]

The woman blinks at the formal tone. "Sure." Now she is puzzled about Urq, that is an improvement.