❝I see… You know…-❞
She took a single step closer, but not to intimidate, quite the opposite actually.
She was leaning closer to speak in a more hushed tone.
❝My company has far from the cleanest hands. You can be more honest, dear. I will not shame you.❞
… there was a suspicious raise of the brow, Helena crossed her arms before she spoke.
❝… is that so? Well, no need to be so vague, my dear. Who did you work for? Any references?❞
"None at all. They'll need a new space, even though I hardly know what these things even are."
Glancing around the arcade, she managed to spot something more familiar. A light-gun game.
Eyes back on the screen, his focus returned to the game. Body leaned, tilting the machine as he cornered. A repetition he had mastered in real life. No thinking needed for it.
"You got any at home already, to help welcome the new ones?"
"Don't worry about that. After all, that isn't for you to decide if you are a person of interest. Currently though? You're right. We are not interested in yourself."
That mundane little observation unsettled the woman. One of her hands finally came from their hiding place to adjust her glasses.
❝… Who are you? I-I don’t have anything worth observing…❞