[Crane ignores the urge to drum his nails - a monumental test of willpower - upon the glass table and observes his guest. Studious. Confident. Proud. The combination suggests he was smacked around the head as a child.
Perhaps. Or maybe he's projecting.
He keeps his hands pressed against the table as the man wanders around; inserting himself into every nook and cranny as though he owns the space. Does it matter, really? Architecture is mortal and will decay. Even these bright and ethereal corridors will vanish eventually.
Anyway. Deliberations are over.]
I presume you are fishing for information?
[A questioning guy, yes. A questionable guy, also. But a smart guy can be a good thing to have in one's pocket.]
no subject
Perhaps. Or maybe he's projecting.
He keeps his hands pressed against the table as the man wanders around; inserting himself into every nook and cranny as though he owns the space. Does it matter, really? Architecture is mortal and will decay. Even these bright and ethereal corridors will vanish eventually.
Anyway. Deliberations are over.]
I presume you are fishing for information?
[A questioning guy, yes. A questionable guy, also. But a smart guy can be a good thing to have in one's pocket.]