[Locked to Elashte] It's in your eyes, what's on your mind...

[fightyourfoes]

Shepard's waiting for a certain Neqa'el near those apartments that are supposed to be housing the city's demon population. She rarely smokes but she's doing so today, mostly because she's anxious and the frustration is growing inside her.

Need to get back or the fucking Reapers will-She cuts the train of thought off before it gets any farther.

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[elashte]

Elashte's own apartment is in a totally different part of the city--he's grown quite fond of it, actually--but these days, he's going to be in and out of the Main Gauche much more often. He's bringing in a set of plans for the basement rooms--not nearly so infinite an array as the Conrad's, but still quite useful in a pinch.

He pauses with one hand on the gate, just before unlocking it. "I know I'm being watched," he says, just loud enough.

[fightyourfoes]

Shepard had lit another cigarette while she was waiting. She stands at Elashte's remark and says, "Good. That means you've got some wits about you, at least," before taking another pull from it.

[elashte]

"Wits, a history of being hunted, and my own senses," he says, turning to look her over. "Your reputation proceeds you. I'm going to go out on a limb, and assume that you would be the late Calisto's lieutenant."

[fightyourfoes]

Shepard nods, with a smirk. "Yes, that would be me. Commander Shepard. And you would be the new Neqa'el in town." She tosses the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it, putting it out. "I didn't really care for Calisto. She was cruel-which I like-but senseless. Which I don't like."