3rd Kick [action]

[windsorknot]

[The scene seems normal enough. It's an office on the first floor within a larger office building with grey walls, a few framed images (M.C. Escher's work, mostly), and a mahogany desk. Someone's seated at the desk in a very comfortable-looking leather chair, his hand idly playing with a red die on the polished surface of the desk as he gazes

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[fromlegal]

[It's a fluid and somehow jolting movement from the desert to the hallway that seems to have only one door. Natasha's modified fatigues are still in place, dust and sand covering her to the knees and smudges across her face. Her wristlets are down a few charges, her AKS74U close at hand.

Her eyes flick between the inhabitant and the view upon her entry.]

Am I interrupting?

[windsorknot]

[ He turns around, his fists clenching when he notices that she's armed. ]

It depends. Who are you?

...ihu, livejournal.

[fromlegal]

My name's [it's at this moment that she lets the gun rest on its strap at her side to holds her hands out] Laura. I just came inside from the heat.

notifs?

[windsorknot]

Laura. [ He tries to think of anyone that he knows by that name. Anyone that would match this projection in appearance. His memory is, unfortunately, uncooperative. His memories of reality are becoming fuzzier with each passing... he doesn't really like to call them "days." ]

Sorry about that. I must not have noticed before. [ Not that he'd ever felt particularly uncomfortable. The beach has always been just the right temperature for him. ]

yes but also it commented back to my comment instead of yours, idek...

[fromlegal]

That's no problem.

[She moves to the edge of the room, taking a breath of the fresh air. While she's only just arrived here, Natasha feels some sense of...misplace animosity toward Arthur. Putting distance between them seems prudent.]

Are you all alone here?

Frank's at it with the wires again :|

[windsorknot]

[ Arthur watches her cross the room, making sure to keep his eyes on the assault rifle at her side. ]

I was. Until you came along, of course.

maybe if we feed him some sweaters?

[fromlegal]

[It's smart of him. He might have to disarm her soon.]

I should go.

not mine, he can have Eames'

[windsorknot]

Feel free to. There's no exit, but you might find something if you look long enough. Not that I can guarantee anything. [ He gestures towards the beach. ]