Michael forces a slow breath out to calm himself. Learn something new every day. He notes the older Kindred's use of a cell phone; he is glad this one isn't stuck in the past like some torpor addled relic. For some reason, it makes him think of his own. He checks his pockets quickly, making sure he still had it. Luck was on his side in this, at least.
"I suppose so. I'm not familiar with Ms. Cohen on a personal level, though I suppose I will be soon. I'll follow your lead, then." This time there is no hint of sarcasm or irritation in his voice. He simply speaks, again, to move forward.
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