Rosh grabs the pail and stands. "Excuse me. I'll take care of this, one moment" Rosh steps towards the door, intent to leave the office if not stopped.
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Rosh grabs the pail and stands. "Excuse me. I'll take care of this, one moment" Rosh steps towards the door, intent to leave the office if not stopped.
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"Of course Animus. I'll check up on Jordan." He'd better be hard at work translating those texts.
"Yes, Curator. I've got a copy in my office. Jack really should have a copy of his own, I can get one to him if he doesn't."
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Tyria nods, satisfied.
She glances at Animus, to see if he has anything to add before people set out.
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Tyria smiles and returns to the quiet, simmering attention of her latte.
Scene Ends
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