Claude couldn't say he blamed her. After Jack had been killed, the radio hadn't been the same, really. "Seems like the clues aren't very reliable," the blond said as he took another bite of his French toast. "I wonder if anyone's had any luck..."
Still, he knew how frustrating it was to put so much time and effort into something, only to get nothing in return. "Sorry that happened to you, though," he added. "Maybe they'll ask you to do something besides hunting for radio clues next time."
At Anise's indignation, Claude couldn't help but sigh a little. "That's an understatement." The blond grew silent, and he couldn't hide the concern on his face now. "Which is why you should be careful, Anise. Some people here are pretty dangerous." He paused as he took a sip of his juice. "But I guess you know that, so..."
He hoped Anise knew Sync was here, anyway. Maybe he ought to bring it up to Guy the next time he saw him. After all, the whole reason the disaster from the other night happened was because of that same kind of miscommunication, right? The last thing Claude wanted to see was someone like Anise getting hurt...
Without thinking, Claude's gaze briefly swept over the cafeteria -- and he saw Guy sitting next to Dias. It was hard not to stop and stare at them, or wonder what it was they were talking about, but Claude did his best not to let his focus drift away from Anise too much.
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Still, he knew how frustrating it was to put so much time and effort into something, only to get nothing in return. "Sorry that happened to you, though," he added. "Maybe they'll ask you to do something besides hunting for radio clues next time."
At Anise's indignation, Claude couldn't help but sigh a little. "That's an understatement." The blond grew silent, and he couldn't hide the concern on his face now. "Which is why you should be careful, Anise. Some people here are pretty dangerous." He paused as he took a sip of his juice. "But I guess you know that, so..."
He hoped Anise knew Sync was here, anyway. Maybe he ought to bring it up to Guy the next time he saw him. After all, the whole reason the disaster from the other night happened was because of that same kind of miscommunication, right? The last thing Claude wanted to see was someone like Anise getting hurt...
Without thinking, Claude's gaze briefly swept over the cafeteria -- and he saw Guy sitting next to Dias. It was hard not to stop and stare at them, or wonder what it was they were talking about, but Claude did his best not to let his focus drift away from Anise too much.