[ there's a manila folder in her hand when she enters the room, crisp and neat and taken out exclusively for this occasion. within the folder is a single piece of paper, entirely blank save for five names printed neatly down the center. later, after they finish here, the paper and folder will be taken by marco and burned in a nearby fireplace, but for the moment loretta holds it tight in one hand, close to her chest as if it were some precious treasure worth protecting. (when, really, it's more like it were something worth remembering.) ]
Were you offered refreshments, Mr. Noiz?
[ his stay here is purely business, but there is an unmistakable aura of tension in the air when she enters. the offer is not only small talk, but an attempt, as well, to loosen that tension, at least on her end. they might have done business together before, but he's never seen her, just like she's never seen him, so both their appearances would be a surprise to the other. she'd expected someone older, with dull, drab clothing that possibly needs wash, and a face that's forgettable. likewise, he probably expected a man. ]
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Were you offered refreshments, Mr. Noiz?
[ his stay here is purely business, but there is an unmistakable aura of tension in the air when she enters. the offer is not only small talk, but an attempt, as well, to loosen that tension, at least on her end. they might have done business together before, but he's never seen her, just like she's never seen him, so both their appearances would be a surprise to the other. she'd expected someone older, with dull, drab clothing that possibly needs wash, and a face that's forgettable. likewise, he probably expected a man. ]