Aurelia
"Ah-!" The 'knock knock' at the door makes her startle, because, as said previously, she wasn't totally expecting someone. But she also was. How does one prepare for a conversation like this, anyway?
Looking over from her work, she sees Ronin standing in the doorframe, looking... a bit.. off. Not in an obvious sense but, something about him seems different. If she doesn't sound happy to see him, it's because she isn't, "Yeah, it's just me."
As for her collection of notes and anything interesting? She ganders down at one in her grip, and hands it off to Ronin. It contains a small side note of Hotaru threatening to fry her brains a second time. "It's interesting depending on who you are, I'm afraid. People cry out for proof in a world where... witnesses are proof. Evidence is proof. There is plenty of that, and she tells a painfully inconsistent story in comparison to reality, and yet still... I'm trying not to go insane, Ronin..." she admits openly, whether he's asked how she is or not. Rummaging the rest of the papers away, she pulls out a bottle of rum to take its place. "Remi took Hotaru without speaking to any of us first and now she's free to..." She gestures vaguely and then stills, deciding to busy herself with pouring two glasses.
With a deeper inhale to settle herself, she points to the chair on the outside of her desk. With a voice more bold than is perhaps her place, she tells him firmly, "Sit, please." Ronin may have an aura of intensity about him, but Aurelia is taking no prisoners. Literally. Still, she extends one of the glasses out to him and takes her own seat on the other side of the desk.
Looking over from her work, she sees Ronin standing in the doorframe, looking... a bit.. off. Not in an obvious sense but, something about him seems different. If she doesn't sound happy to see him, it's because she isn't, "Yeah, it's just me."
As for her collection of notes and anything interesting? She ganders down at one in her grip, and hands it off to Ronin. It contains a small side note of Hotaru threatening to fry her brains a second time. "It's interesting depending on who you are, I'm afraid. People cry out for proof in a world where... witnesses are proof. Evidence is proof. There is plenty of that, and she tells a painfully inconsistent story in comparison to reality, and yet still... I'm trying not to go insane, Ronin..." she admits openly, whether he's asked how she is or not. Rummaging the rest of the papers away, she pulls out a bottle of rum to take its place. "Remi took Hotaru without speaking to any of us first and now she's free to..." She gestures vaguely and then stills, deciding to busy herself with pouring two glasses.
With a deeper inhale to settle herself, she points to the chair on the outside of her desk. With a voice more bold than is perhaps her place, she tells him firmly, "Sit, please." Ronin may have an aura of intensity about him, but Aurelia is taking no prisoners. Literally. Still, she extends one of the glasses out to him and takes her own seat on the other side of the desk.
So leave me and tell me what I already know
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
