[ Well now, that isn't the most convincing look on a potential accomplice for a national security-level sabotage. He looks young, she thinks, young enough to be one of those smug-looking boys giving her daughter the wrong look. The cigarette dangling on his lips doesn't help.
Cigarettes should be held. Controlled. Not left dangling.
Elizabeth gives him a thin smile, stepping back to let him in but staying by the door so she can make sure no one caught sight of his entrance. No witnesses. A good start, at least. ]
On the table. There-- [ She rushes to follow him into the pathetic excuse for a house, pointing at a clock on a table. It's been modified to have a tapping device inside it. ]
no subject
Cigarettes should be held. Controlled. Not left dangling.
Elizabeth gives him a thin smile, stepping back to let him in but staying by the door so she can make sure no one caught sight of his entrance. No witnesses. A good start, at least. ]
On the table. There-- [ She rushes to follow him into the pathetic excuse for a house, pointing at a clock on a table. It's been modified to have a tapping device inside it. ]
What's your name?