"I am not the Grim Reaper, Miss Romanoff. I come for no one. I am, however, interested in a partnership with you while you remain in Liminal Space." By this point he has settled himself into the nearest comfortable armchair, his bony fingertips pressed against each other in thoughtful repose. "Would you care for a drink, or shall I drink alone?"
He motions to the drink cart he has set up, two glasses with ice at the ready.
She's turned around by the time he settles himself into his chair, arms crossed. She hasn't moved otherwise, and her stance is standoffish, untrusting. She glances from the drink cart and back to him.
"Fair enough." He pours himself a bourbon, neat, before settling back into his chair. He takes a small sip with blued lips, before adding, "A mutually beneficial one. Just what have the other Travelers told you? I'm here to fill in the gaps."
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He motions to the drink cart he has set up, two glasses with ice at the ready.
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"I'll pass. What kind of partnership?"
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