Evelyn "Popclaw" DeKorte
New Member
"Hn." Evelyn glanced up from her notebook, then, blinking a few times, as if realizing that Russell probably wanted something other than a guttural noise from her. "Is that a rhetorical question?" she intones with a dry smile. "Let's get to work." She's left most of her weapons in the car, not wanting to be busted carrying weapons into a city hall. But she keeps the chaos focus on her pocket. You never know when you need to manifest a crossbow and punch someone really fast.
"So: Ideally, what sort of dirt are we trying to dig up here? Their origins? Prior scandals? Knowledge on their CEO?"
"So: Ideally, what sort of dirt are we trying to dig up here? Their origins? Prior scandals? Knowledge on their CEO?"