The Kvartet - Temna Roza Jazz Club

[Foxglove]

By now, it was clear that he was trying to apply pressure to her. Where had the Corvo been? Maren was desperately trying to come up with something that would put them in a bad light, but she couldn't come up with something. The ship had only been docked at Canaria, made the occasional trip to Omicron Delta and Coronado. Even when they had fetched Cardamine, she and Vertiga had been in small ships, not wanting to put the Corvo in danger. "You can do that, sure," she replied to him, shrugging and taking another gulp of her drink, emptying the glass. At least the mental exercise had gone some ways to distract her from the awful taste. "And I'm unsure what overview you want. I told you all that I know, Jimmy. I can very well understand if the job is too hot for you, and if that's the case, I'll just mosey along and see if I can give this-" She tapped the PDA now as well. "-to someone else who might be able to do it. Gonna be hard, though, finding someone like you." She placed down the glass.

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