Olivette makes her way through the city's night streets, looking every bit the urban professionnal. But few professionnals walk this determinedly after sundown. Stopping at a red light, waiting for that "Walk" sign, she dials the Reeve's phone number and waits for an answer. She looks around, not nervous, but aware.
A professional smile appears on Olivette's face, and she lets it seep into her voice, just a tad. "Excellent. Thank you, mister Culler, I'll be right over."
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