She let out a giggle “like bond? James Bond? A pleasure to meet you mister creed” maneuvering the books on her arms, she raised an eyebrow at him. “I’d love to chat more but these books are becoming quite heavy, would you care for a cupper?”
He clicks his head and grunts, "Eh, that sounds like lots of paperwork and jumping through hoops."
Victor's eyebrow raised, hearing her give her name. His mind immediately catalogs her scent along with her name. With a smirk he gives a gentleman's bow, "Creed, Victor Creed."
Smiling at her, Theresa just shrugged “I can offer you mine if you’d like-“ looking at her pocket she froze “now this is odd” pulling a necklace out of her pocket with a crystal, it was lighting up (see example) “it has never done that before…”
“Well, no, I don’t have the resources yet nor would I go alone but, I need to build a case and present it to get that.” She explained s little embarassed “I’m Theresa thatch by the way, who are you?”
Victor paused and scratched at his chin. "All on yer own? Do ya got the resources fer that?" The way she's talking has got his attention and curiosity.
Taking the comment about people as a joke she laughed a little “I’m looking to find out if my ancestors quest can be completed and with it, learn a few new things. Maybe now we have the technology to find a sunken city finally.”
There's a curious series of noises coming from him as he prowls around her. "So is there anything special that yer looking fer at the moment? I find stuff, people too..sometimes alive..sometimes dead."
“Come to find my heritage you could say, I actually am from London” she explained with a slight shrug “one of my ancestors was from America, though he tragically died, im trying to retrace his steps and hopefully finish what he started”
Taking the glasses with a soft thanks, Theresa blinked.
Only to gasp “oh my gosh you’re right! Should I telephone an ambulance? The police? Are you alright?”
lips are spread into a grin 、watching as they leaned up .❛ ya passed out after seein’ mah guts fer like— what 、a second? ❜ , a semi-dried crimson-coated dextral hands over their glasses only after watching them search for a few lengthy seconds .