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He can't hold on for much longer.

He's not surprised at all.

He's not bothered by you bringing this up.

He carries himself with straight shoulders, a confident posture, but his thick glasses hide a furry face twisted with anxiety.

Have you seen yourself? A solitary woman jabbering into a phone, repeating random words.

The whisper of a smile at the corner of her mouth suggests she even enjoyed it.

Unwelcome terrain. Tread lightly.

This is a woman who's planned countless 'perfect' murders in her idle hours.

Mouth drawn down in what's threatening to become a permanent frown.

Her features seem to harden ever-so-slightly.

The darting eyes, the hunched posture, the furtiveness -- she was watching for a watcher.

Staring at photos all day doesn't make her a student of the human condition, just another species of voyeur.

This is no mere 'Look', it is an expression of absolute, devastating neutrality. It will take weeks to recover.

She pronounces 'Carmuna' with a slight distaste, like she's naming a rival.

She hesitates. Torn between two thoughts.

She hesitates. A little shy all of a sudden.

Ooff. It's possible you're going to regret engineering her so thoroughly.

Something's got her in an unusually euphoric mood.

Her demeanour is sincere. You could open up if you wanted.

A glacial wind emanates from her.

Requesting assistance.

She's evaluating you just as you are her.

Her voice: tired, thin. She's been at her desk for many hours.

It sounds like a hit list.

Hesitation in her voice.

Hesitation in her voice.

The heavy silence that follows signals that this particular engine has run out of steam.

Pen at the ready, considering how she'll phrase the emergency extraction order.

Something in her tone makes you imagine her winking at you.

You hear her flip a notebook closed with a satisfying snap. That's the closest you're going to get to 'well done' on this one.

Voice level and dry as a salt flat.

This is a robbery, not an assassination.

That sounded very un-dolphin-like.

An odd smile -- there's something insincere about this woman.

She doesn't look that young.

A spark of annoyance flashes into her expression of serene affability.

She tries to flutter her eyelashes, flirtatious and clumsy.

She nods at the other woman in the room with an air of admiration.

Heard? Sure, with her own ears, when she picked up the receiver.

The next two weeks flash before his eyes...

This little performance is for his own benefit.

His voice is indifferent, but his eyes drift back towards the building, curious.

The scene feels correctly blocked. You are gazing upwards at her. All is right with the world.

He will make that mistake as many times as he's given opportunities.

He knew that already.

Why does he not sound impressed then?

There's no need for counter-measures, this man is deluding himself.

He's about to blow.

Her first real sleep in months, maybe years. Your voices won't wake her.

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