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[exanimatus]

[Zelman's tucked just out of the way as you're leaving the castle--he's leaning against the outside wall to the side of the door, gazing somewhat uninterestedly out at the snow-covered grounds. he is definitely not dressed for the weather (wearing the same pants and t-shirt and hat and tennis shoes he always wears), but does not seem to mind the

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[agent_maine]

[Saner then he's ever been here and feeling like he's fresh off the Mother of Invention, is one (1) unarmored Freelancer stepping out of teh castle. Maine's armor is still in Wash's care so he's just got on a couple layers under a shearling coat.]

[He's getting reacquainted with the castle, stepping out to take a look at the grounds, and casts a curious glance at Zelman. How could you possibly be warm in that :| ]

[agent_maine]

[Maine grunts and pauses a moment before answering This guy was sort of creeping him out.]

Maine.

[exanimatus]

Ah. [.....yeah that sounds more familiar.]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[agent_maine]

And you? [Yeah, pleasure, sure.]

[exanimatus]

Zelman. [no one he would know about...]

[agent_maine]

[Yeah, no, no recognition. And considering the looks he'd been getting from this guy, he wasn't sure about a handshake.]

[exanimatus]

Didn't think so.

[he'll shrug and look the other way.]

Have fun while it lasts, hm?