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“Yes. This evening.” He replied with little sympathy, “I’m certain you’re terribly busy, as am I. But this is a matter worthy of the utmost precedence” Comstock allows the hand carrying the discarded book to fall to his side, moving to place it on a nearby stand. An eyebrow raising at her admission of comfort, something he- in all his years knowing her had himself rarely heard, but that wasn’t to say the same couldn’t be said of the ever stern statesman. The two of them held a likeness in their stoicism, Comstock himself only showing the slightest glimmer of emotion when speaking of his country. Perhaps this was a key factor in his initial contributions to her research, a sort of kinship held between the two of them.

“Oh no, if anyone might sympathize it would be me. I know all too well the advantages and amenities that come with working out of the home, nowadays it would seem I can’t write a speech outside of my own study… I was merely offering what I suppose you might call a bit of ‘friendly’ insight.” A clearing of the throat and Comstock approached her, a pocket watch drawn from his coat. “Gather what paperwork you must madam, I’ve arranged to have a hovercraft pick us up in port prosperity.”

    Explanation hadn’t been necessary, for she could only begin to conclude that whatever impasse he might make mention of would take antecedence. The particular volume in his grip ironically alluding toward the technological guidance that had once been vital when beginning to operate the Siphon– one of many objects the Lutece’s had established. It hadn’t been often that a stern woman as she would ever openly discuss what little solace the buoyant city they’d currently occupied. Though, the majority of the while it wasn’t needed since the only sentiments worthy of a soft composure had been solitude, accomplishment, and the sublime– her very sibling. The very though had her neck craning in the opposite direction toward the deeper chambers of the Lutece Laboratories.

    Friendly insight perhaps, but no mind is paid to it. Only lightly nodding her head, as though the very notion had reached her, Rosalind inevitably parts her lips. “I suppose I should thank you for considering convenience.” Dull stare following his gestures as her hands floated toward her center, interlocking just in front of her torso, affirmation is stated with a nod before approaching a nearby table surface riddled in articles and notes aplenty.