[Caitlyn's Detective Agency really isn't that busy. She takes cases as she feels like, but most of her energy is devoted to gathering information on Aldrip and this strange world her and the rest of the Chosen have found themselves in.
That's exactly what she's doing that morning, sipping her mug of tea as she skims the notes she's examined hundreds of times. She only pauses when she hears the chime of the bell, and looks from her office through the barely cracked door, to see a figure in the lobby.
Her brows raise as her singular blue eyes takes in the visitor for a moment, before she finally sets her mug down, moving towards the office door and opening it the rest of the way. Her gaze lands on a familiar face, and she smiles sheepishly to the man that saw her at one of her more vulnerable moments.]
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That's exactly what she's doing that morning, sipping her mug of tea as she skims the notes she's examined hundreds of times. She only pauses when she hears the chime of the bell, and looks from her office through the barely cracked door, to see a figure in the lobby.
Her brows raise as her singular blue eyes takes in the visitor for a moment, before she finally sets her mug down, moving towards the office door and opening it the rest of the way. Her gaze lands on a familiar face, and she smiles sheepishly to the man that saw her at one of her more vulnerable moments.]
Altius, yes? To what do I owe this pleasure?