Sable's Experiences

[Reeves]

For the briefest moment of time, he laughed at the question. She'd run all the way here, buzzed his door of the many she had to choose from and then proceeded to ask who he was. Of course he could have just answered her directly, but that wouldn't have been any fun. "Sic Semper Tyrannis, Olivia." He felt that would have been a good enough hint, bringing a hand up to brush his pale white hair back, though in his case it was a choice and not on account of old age. His eyes, currently looking down at her, were anything but pale, a deep striking blue to offer a harsh contrast. He was quiet for a few seconds after that, letting his visitor think and catch their breath, silently wondering if she could stand upright at all. While he let that silence drag on, he looked between her and the closed door into the quarters they had both just walked into. Simple deduction would suggest he was plotting something, hopefully to her benefit. "I take it your visit was coincidental then, not as if I told you I was here, then again we visit the place often enough that you could have bribed somebody to figure out. Fortunate enough for you considering bottom heavy and silk suit are both dead." There wasn't so much as a hint of remorse in his voice for having just shot those two absolute strangers dead. It was hardly an optimal trait for a savior, but it would more than suffice in the case of an accidental one. She was completely and utterly battered, Damian could see that much, but he hardly look compelled by any of it. If anything, he would have probably been sarcastic about it under more pleasant circumstances.

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