"How have you been? Hopefully not throwing tables at anyone recently. I might get jealous."
"Tables? Oh, no. Wouldn't dream of it." She smiled. "Tables are very last year anyway. I'm an ace shot with cutlery now. And I'm great, thanks. Been dodging rocks and running cargo, you know, the usual. How about you?"
Speakers crackled a second time, withdrawing Sarah's summons. Nearby, the two Templars glanced at each other, united in confusion for a moment before withdrawing as inconspicuously as they could. Considering the robes the pair wore, 'inconspicuous' was a very loose term. Sarah shot them a glare as they retreated back to the garden's entrance. She'd been looking forward to learning what, exactly, the meeting was about. Having the opportunity to find out snatched off her like that only intensified her curiosity.
Of course, there was the problem of the Templars. Sarah very much doubted they would let her anywhere near the meeting. Surely there had to be some other way...
"Good old Bret, making a mistake. Gotta love him. Maybe I should party crash, just to say hi to an old friend..." Sarah nodded absently, eyes scanning the trees. Had to be something...
Pipes and sprinklers hung in a maze over the garden, easily within reach from the fronds of a nearby palm. They extended out to cover the entire garden, almost level with the... Was that a viewing port? She could have sworn a robed figure behind the glass window turned away as she watched. When there was no further movement from the room, she returned her attention to the irrigation system. Temporary, no doubt, but the wires holding the pipes to the ceiling might be strong enough to support a slender human, particularly if the pipes were empty. As her clothes were still dry, it seemed likely that the pipes weren't likely to fill in the immediate future.
"Jeremy. You'd tell me if you had a fear of heights, right?" She muttered, half to herself.
A few stones at the base of the palm would be fine footholds, and her height would make up for the rest. How hard could it be? Climb the trees, and make her way to the window. People never looked up anyway. She took a pace toward the garden, then froze.
"Wait." She turned back to face Jeremy. Head tilted to one side, with her brown hair hanging loosely, she resembled a parrot. "What did you just say? You know these people? Can we get in?" Admittedly, she had some brief interaction with the Phoenix before her expedition, but she doubted it counted for anything. If Jeremy knew whoever was at the window, then perhaps she wouldn't need to go climbing after all.
"Joking." Well. There that idea went. Maybe he hadn't heard her. She coughed. "And I'll be filing a lawsuit with the compensation of one hug for making me fly next to a rabid liner, ma'am."
"Oh, really?" Sarah gave a wry grin. How could she ever have thought this man an assassin? "I'll have to call my lawyers. It'll be boring, I'm sure. The case could drag on years."
