[Since the late night date had been planned in advance between the two adults, it shouldn't be any surprise to the 'mystery' man on her lab's front doorstep that Naomi Hunter was there to answer his knock almost immediately. With an attractive black dress in place of her familiar work clothes and her dark hair piled up in a much more fashionable updo than usual, the woman appears to be prepared for some kind of romantic evening out and about with her ~special someone~. Even if she has no idea what exactly the man has planned.
Still, before she has time to greet her date properly, the doctor is taken back by the presence of the helmet.
...That's new.]
Trying to make another fashion statement? I think I almost prefer your hat.
[The tall man, revealed to be Javert by the firm, imperious tone and dark skin, pulls the helmet off his head with one fluid motion. Aside from the slightly matted hair and flattened whiskers, he looks none the worse for wear. He holds the helmet out to her with his customarily intense stare. If she were to bend very close to the helmet, she might pick up the faint, almost imperceptible smell of tobacco.]
[Naomi takes the helmet from Javert's large hand but doesn't dare put it on over her head quite yet. She's waiting to see if this is some kind of strange, terribly unfunny joke first, of course.]
I know it's only been a few months, but I think I trust your driving skills enough to keep my head uncovered in your car, dear. That's what airbags are for.
I am touched. Entirely. Now, never mind the airbags! Do you have that same faith in my motorbiking?
[A good look past Javert will reveal a police motorcycle parked glibly at the curb. It is the very same bike he had used to ride the few-block distance between police headquarters and her home.
Well, it can always be said that Javert enjoys making an unexpected entrance.]
You will wear it. Your brains are more valuable than mine, you understand.
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Still, before she has time to greet her date properly, the doctor is taken back by the presence of the helmet.
...That's new.]
Trying to make another fashion statement? I think I almost prefer your hat.
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[The tall man, revealed to be Javert by the firm, imperious tone and dark skin, pulls the helmet off his head with one fluid motion. Aside from the slightly matted hair and flattened whiskers, he looks none the worse for wear. He holds the helmet out to her with his customarily intense stare. If she were to bend very close to the helmet, she might pick up the faint, almost imperceptible smell of tobacco.]
Put this on.
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I know it's only been a few months, but I think I trust your driving skills enough to keep my head uncovered in your car, dear. That's what airbags are for.
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[A good look past Javert will reveal a police motorcycle parked glibly at the curb. It is the very same bike he had used to ride the few-block distance between police headquarters and her home.
Well, it can always be said that Javert enjoys making an unexpected entrance.]
You will wear it. Your brains are more valuable than mine, you understand.
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