Imago

[Foxglove]

There were creatures in Sirius whose gracious nature was able to make even the most hardy person step back in awe and wonder. Maren was not one of these. Looking down at herself, she nodded. "Uhm, yes, that'd be good." At least she managed to play this kind of cool right now. Disappearing in the bathroom briefly, when she emerged, the clothes were at least not improperly fit to her body and she was wearing shoes, hair tied into a ponytail. "Hello, Mister Stenn," she greeted him, at least sounding sort of rueful at her appearance before. She offered him a hand to shake, though silently hoping he wouldn't give too firm a handshake. Once done, she would proceed to at least straighten the covers of the bed slightly. "Uhm, do you want to sit down?" There was only one chair in the room anyways, which belonged to the desk. "You have to excuse this here, but I fell asleep before you came and well."

With the bed done, she proceeded towards the desk. "Just before we start, though. Uh, how close were you or the people you work with to Vertiga? I know he was once running around in that self-made superhero costume calling himself 'Operative Red' and that he had had extensive contact with Elena."

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