[ An automated voice speaks because someone hasn't bothered to set up a proper voicemail. The only part in her voice is her name. ] You have reached Agent Texas. Leave a message at the tone.
[The ones they'd passed already tended to make their living on particularly drunk clientele. The one he was looking for, with a somewhat high looking rating on the consumer survey program on his communicator.
He doesn't answer immediately, but nods to the building, a small delicatessen by all indication.]
[Which is as close to "I was worried" as it was going to get. He nods to her, whether she sees the slight gesture or not, and makes his way to a table by the corner.]
[ She doesn't catch the gesture, but she catches the meaning of that simple phrase. If she up and vanishes one day, she knows people will track her down at least.
She slides into her seat and reaches for one of the napkins on the table to start folding. It's more to give her hands something to do than anything else. ]
[ She leans back in her seat and glances at the menu before making some quick decision. It doesn't matter what she gets in front of her, it's only for a distraction anyway. ]
This isn't causing a disruption in your day, right?
Regent, right? For Gregor? I don't even want to know the kind of trouble that gets hauled onto your doorstep. I've heard some of Cordelia's stories already.
[ And part of that had been from before his time as Regent. ]
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