Bly hadn't been expecting company, but wasn't overly concerned by the knock on his door. Really, who could it be? Few had any beef with the agent and even fewer knew which room was his. And really, how many times could he read the same magazine? He'd have to find something new to read at the library at some point.
He opened his door- not too wide, but certainly more than a sliver- and considered the man in front of him. He'd seen him around, sure, but Bly didn't think they'd even exchanged so much as a nod. Well, certainly he was here for some reason.
"I should hope so," West responded dryly, tilting his head a little to look in through the small opening at Bly. Idly, he sized the other man up, comparing Bly's height and build and... visible level of fitness to his own. "You are Logan Echoll's Warden, correct?"
Great. What had his inmate been up to? "I am," He said, putting one hand in his pocket and leaning on the door frame with the other. "What's he done?" It couldn't have been fighting; he hadn't gotten any notifications about that.
West crossed his arms. "I caught him in my room, nicking things-- presumably, to trade with Prefect." He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I would have taught him a lesson about petty theft, but all things considered..." He trailed off, alluding to his leg injury, but not eager to point out WHICH leg was injured. "Let's just say it wouldn't have been a wise decision on my part." He stared at Bly. "So, I'm curious to see what you intend to do about it."
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He opened his door- not too wide, but certainly more than a sliver- and considered the man in front of him. He'd seen him around, sure, but Bly didn't think they'd even exchanged so much as a nod. Well, certainly he was here for some reason.
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