Lafiel watched Oliver unsure what to do about him as she observed him the gun had been returned to its hidden place on his person it was almost like magic one minute the gun had been there aimed upon the ex commodore till he had sat down the next the handgun had vanished again and Oliver had began attending his tea once more taking up a paper and begining to read taking leisurely sips from his tea cup. She wondered to herself if Oliver had any cybernetic implants that might increase his speed because it was surely not a human speed to which he had drawn his gun with.
Lafiel whispered to Oliver who quietly sat reading his paper, "Oliver I demand you aprehend Christopher Dagen he must be taken into custody before he hurts someone in earnest." Oliver took a bite out of his eclair and turned the page of his paper maintaining the low level volume of the conversation, "My charge is you my dear and that is all I care about at this very moment Commander Silsbury can deal with the young man." Lafiel frowned, "But she isnt trained like you Oliver she will just get herself killed, you know what he is a man made creature that resembles a human and an ex order commodore a great threat to the realm. Do you not believe so for he must be going insane to attack Bretonians he was my friend he protected me when those phantoms came. Please do something honour demands it. Its the right thing to do and if you do it no blood will be spilt" Oliver made no response and turned the next page.
Lafiel realised it would be like a game of chess she would have to find someway to counter Oliver so she could reach her goal. "Oliver I want to brush my hair I will be back in a moment." Lafiel Smiled as she spoke getting up and tucking in her chair as she went over to her fathers coat on the coat rack. She suddenly jumped from surprise as she slid her hand into one of the many internal pockets and her fingers brushed against something sharp then something smooth. She opened the coat some more pulling the item out of the pocket into the light to her shock it was one of fathers armed forces issued hand guns she almost freaked as her mind suddenly went racing she felt a bit light headed she could almost feel the violence and hatred crafted into the weapon she put it back retrieving the sharper object which had turned out to be one of her fathers straight razors it's blad wasn't folded like it should have been. She folded the blade against the handle like it should have been her curiousity more than satisfied she put it away and found the right pocket pulling out an ornate little comb she suddenly realised that she didn't know were the bathroom was so she could use a mirror to comb her hair and she was very uncomfortable of the idea of combing it in public in a pastry shop so she went and sat back down next to Oliver placing the comb on the table. Smiling to herself suddenly forgeting the incident that had just occured involving the ex comodore she wondered if Oliver would comb her hair as lady Mertel wasn't around. Her mind lazily wandered she almost giggled as she began pondering how lady Mertel and her were so very much like sisters.
After a moments thought she got her PDA and sent a message to Lady Mertel if she were on planet New London to come to this establishment it truely was lovely.
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