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[captainryan]

Scowling, thoughtful looking man sitting at a table with his back to a wall. On it is a half-empty pint and an open sketchbook. In his left hand is a pencil.

It's a distraction. Only it isn't working as well as it's supposed to, seeing as how there's nothing on the page. Help him out?

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[cutting_edgex23]

Maybe it's the scent -- slightly familiar -- that draws X's attention.

Maybe she has been keeping an eye out for him.

Whatever the reason, X slips across the crowded bar floor and pauses by Ryan's position -- just several feet away.

It is only polite.

"Hello."

[captainryan]

"Good."

Damocles will be happy to hear that as well. Ryan ordered him to stay out there after he found X's scent.

"What other questions did you have?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Nothing now."

But just to be certain --

"I am allowed to ask again? If we uncover new information."

[captainryan]

"I'm not going anywhere," Ryan answers dryly.

That'd be a 'yes'.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Okay," X says.

And --

"Thank you."

She is good at being polite.

(Or at least she tries.)

[captainryan]

He dips his chin down slightly in return.

"You're welcome."

[cutting_edgex23]

She studies him for another second, then half turns and heads away.

Probably to file a report.

Or to go outside for target practice.

Both are useful.

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[captainryan]

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