Stokes Station Bar and Information Exchange

[Euca]

Aube took a moment to calm down, he focused, then began to talk.

"Oui, admittedly, this isn't going to plan. But uh, I don't think anything is going wrong... on your end. You've answered all the questions I've asked without me having to actually ask them. Your stories would be most interesting, if I were to be the final verdict. I'll take what notes I have, then take those taken notes the leaders, then I'll get back to you!"

Aube jotted down some final, messy notes before he began to orderly pile everything into his bag. He let the metronome tick for a few moments more though, chuckling randomly as he put it back into his seemingly infinite bag. He took a moment to wave off the possible employee.

"Au Revior, Monsieur Cliffton! Apologies about my in-formalities, but I reassure you that you'll get a fair chance to prove yourself in front of the Bosses, even if you are only there in paper."

Aube waved at him one more time before taking off, out of the bar.

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