Asp strolled up to the office where she'd first met Aquinas, the site of his charity. It was an evening, after working hours but before it became unreasonable for the father of two/Heirarch to be home to see his family for the night. It was a good time to meet, and so they had agreed to get their business done quick. The Sentinel figured he probably had things to do. Homework. Telling his daughters to dress appropriately. Making sure they were doing well. That sort of thing. Dad stuff.
She sent him a text message to let him know she was at the front, just in case he was on a call. It never hurt to be considerate. Once she was done, she stuffed her hands and her iPhone into her coat pockets to stay warm against the chill of the December night air.
Star's words rang through her head, about the kind of Sentinel she was going to be. She wasn't pleased that she had to do this, but it was important that Aquinas be apprised of the mental state of his Consilium's greatest warrior and oldest resident.
Casitive
Asp is not wearing sunglasses.