The Queen

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Nika raised an eyebrow behind the hair hanging in her face, glad another time that her new haircut made it even harder to read her mind. Her poker face didn't flinch, she just mustered the man that was still an unknown factor to her. 'Solutions'. It sounded like a veiled criticism, an attempt to provoke - or impress. Sure, she had experienced a few of both in the past, but few had been this bold. Not that she minded. She had gotten rid of her tendency to get offended a long time ago.
"You do, Fischer."
She simply responded to the question, her icy tone unchanged. There was no need for more words than necessary - she had already offered him three more than she had planned to, even though she hid it. She had to admit to herself that she wasn't certain what the man was getting at, as the question of Bruchsal and how to deal with the Rose had still not really been solved, something she had planned to brainstorm with Michael later - which made his move even more unorthodox. In her mind, she began re-evaluating the man in front of her, beginning with closing down the screensaver on the holographic table. The hologram vanished, not obstructing the direct vision between the two any longer. But it also robbed the room of another light source.

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#notmyfrankfurt