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Trick the photo lady into revealing what she knows.

The attitude that has carried her through her entire life, through whatever hardship.

Hunch correct. Snooping vindicated.

A crackle of recognition behind his eyes as they meet yours.

The man has nowhere else to go. There is no one better for the assignment.

A deeply off-putting answer, she thinks.

A pleasing symmetry. She likes that very much.

A pleasing symmetry. She likes that very much.

... she should call off the assignment.

'Don't do it. If you do, I won't recognise you anymore.'

'Don't do it,' her voice says. 'If you do, I won't recognise you anymore.'

Spoken from experience.

Dripping skepticism.

Memetic contagion. A massive risk to any modern organisation.

A liquid supper.

She pronounces the word like a caress.

Unmistakable regret in her tone.

She's thinking of her friends, whom she doesn't actually spend that much time with.

The magic box may be monitored. Perhaps your controller's being recorded for training and political reliability purposes.

Don't let her down -- become the operant she needs you to be.

She's wondering how long till she can have a drink. Treacly liqueur from a can. It's been several hours since her last.

Talk your way in.

The cleaner's face obscured from clients who'd rather not have to acknowledge the humanity of their janitorial staff.

Nothing to do with M.I.H.O. If it came to it, he would've taken ten more bullets on his way to you.

Fun hating, authoritarian, universally loathed. Even if you didn't know her address was under Kavanaugh, you would recognize Eszti from a mile away.

Fun hating, inappropriately authoritative, loathed. That's Eszti.

That's not a real apology -- it's an insignificant scrawl on a pre-vandalised note.

Juvenile, yes. Still makes you feel good.

Robbery attempt: foiled.

Dignity: in tatters.

That was happening anyway after the way you insulted her voice.

Hopefully for the right reasons.

Talk your way into the supply line.

His words are tinged with subtle disappointment.

It never even crossed his mind.

Suddenly, he realises, he doesn't know her at all.

He's desperately hoping you'll give him a good reason to let you step in.

Too cynical to consider it.

He believes the cliche, so it's his final word on the subject.

And because she'd rather be someone else.

The sheen of rain across the purple makes her image vivid, alive... realer than you.

The wind shimmers her image, making her vivid, alive... realer than you.

A theatrical sigh, as though the entire horizon were bearing down on him.

And now, so are you.

The respect is begrudging, but true.

Tonight while he lies in his squalid bed, he'll recite it to himself like a prayer.

You're simply doing what you were made to do. You can't expect him to understand.

This conversation is many levels beneath the cat. It knows what it thinks.

He seems surprised somehow, as if he willed it to materialise in his hands.

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