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Easy

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

Medium

Medium

It sounds like a hit list.

Medium

Hesitation in her voice.

Medium

Hesitation in her voice.

Medium

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

Challenging

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

Medium

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

Easy

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.

Medium

Voice level and dry as a salt flat.

Easy

This is a robbery, not an assassination.

Medium

That sounded very un-dolphin-like.

Challenging

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

Medium

She doesn't look that young.

Easy

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

Easy

She tries to flutter her eyelashes, flirtatious and clumsy.

Easy

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

Easy

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

Easy

The next two weeks flash before his eyes...

Easy

This little performance is for his own benefit.

Medium

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

Easy

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

Challenging

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

Medium

He knew that already.

Formidable

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

Medium

He's about to blow.

Easy

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

Medium

His fingers go to her hair, reflexive. Blunt nails scratching gently against her scalp.

Trivial

Strands of her long, dark hair falling through his fingers as he pulls his hand away from her.

Medium

And beneath that is the part that desperately wants to hear the whole sordid tale.

Easy

Catching the look in your eye, Septimus shifts his stance, weight on the back foot.

Easy

He bounces a little on the balls of his feet, considering combat.

Medium

Not the first time he's taken a hit like this. Not even close.

Easy

Something about him has relaxed at this information, a performance partly abandoned.

Medium

Same nose. Same dark eyes. Wildly different posture.

Medium

Other people's distaste is a warm blanket, familiar in its itchiness.

Easy

His tone changes as your identity dawns on him -- wary, curious, teetering on the edge of hostile.

Medium

He's much more comfortable with this line of inquiry.

Medium

The muscles in his ropey calves tense visibly.

Challenging

The muscles in his ropey calves tense visibly.

Easy

And Yana's favourite.

Easy

A metric tonne of silence falls between the two of you.

Easy

A metric tonne of silence falls between the three of you.

Easy

The smile of a girl visiting her grandmother on the dementia ward.

Challenging

He really doesn't want to be doing business with Gonza, or you, for that matter.

Medium

Ramses may be high, but this guy is somewhere in low-orbit.

Medium

Somewhere behind his bloodshot eyes, a slow, yet impeccable calculation emerges.

Challenging

The words pass through Goat Eyes' lie detector.

Medium

A childishly stylised gesture, practiced for countless hours in front of a mirror.

Challenging

He doesn't quite buy it.