"Yeah, welcome to Taxon," he answers dryly at her words of people just ignoring the message. "I'm FBI-- well, I was-- and the whole 'civil servant' thing hasn't been kicked out of me yet. Alas."
He nods a little at her not-quite-an-answer; what's unsaid there is as telling as what she does say.
"I had the particular joy of having someone nom on my throat too, a few months before you," he says while digging out his cigarettes. "While I am a terrible fu-- a terrible person for the role of sympathetic ear, I.... just wanted to check on you from the position of knowing what if feels like. It's not okay that it happened to you. This city... warps your sensibilities of what's normal, after a while, but hold on to that: it's not okay."
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He nods a little at her not-quite-an-answer; what's unsaid there is as telling as what she does say.
"I had the particular joy of having someone nom on my throat too, a few months before you," he says while digging out his cigarettes. "While I am a terrible fu-- a terrible person for the role of sympathetic ear, I.... just wanted to check on you from the position of knowing what if feels like. It's not okay that it happened to you. This city... warps your sensibilities of what's normal, after a while, but hold on to that: it's not okay."