The Kvartet - Temna Roza Jazz Club

[Foxglove]

Glad that Jimmy didn't seem to fuss around anymore, Maren breathed a sigh of relief. It still irked her that he had apparently tried to trick her into revealing more, and if she hadn't quickly considered that the Corvo had never been in any suspicious situation, she might have done something she would regret, though not very long. "Glad we're in accord," she replied to him, releasing his hand after a firm handshake. "And don't worry, I'm way too soft for police work. Like, I'm squishy and all." She poked her belly. "Don't have the condition. Sweet tooth doesn't help."

Upon his last comment, she looked at her glass, which still contained some of the beverage that had scorched her throat. "Probably better to put that in the bin. Reckon Miss Pimakhova just wanted to screw with me here giving me this?" Giving the glass a short look, she sighed. There really wasn't that much of a reason to stay here. "Jimmy, nothing against you, but the air here is grating my lungs. I really gotta get out." Casting him an apologetic smile, she made a move to stand up, the handbag at her side. "Mind accompanying me to the door?"

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