S.T. blinked against the dizziness, but the room didn't change. This was exactly where they'd been a minute ago, halfway across the building.
"Pantry fetish. Either someone's," he went to jerk a thumb in the Head Bastard's direction, but he didn't know which way to point. So he turned the motion into a dismissive shrug. "Even weirder than last report, or his subcontractors are up to the usual standard."
"More data?" He folded the map and shoved in a pocket this time. No use inviting trouble.
no subject
S.T. blinked against the dizziness, but the room didn't change. This was exactly where they'd been a minute ago, halfway across the building.
"Pantry fetish. Either someone's," he went to jerk a thumb in the Head Bastard's direction, but he didn't know which way to point. So he turned the motion into a dismissive shrug. "Even weirder than last report, or his subcontractors are up to the usual standard."
"More data?" He folded the map and shoved in a pocket this time. No use inviting trouble.
[to Colu]