[ Mineva. She's read up a little on her file, enough to glean that she comes from a place where she holds a modicum of power. Likely she is familiar with the vagaries of politics, and perhaps she doesn't have a taste for the practice. Politics is... rather tedious, Gliese thinks.
When she arrives she offers her a seat - a proper chair, not a stool or a workbench. Perks of having a rover all to herself, if you include the cats. ]
You have something for me. [ Straight to business. ]
[ She picks it up from her hand without her fingertips touching any
other part of her beyond the label itself, and deftly she inspects it
against the light, turning the metal this way and that. Like she's looking
for a specific marking, or design. When she stops, there is a look of
satisfaction in her expression. ]
It is authentic.
And you personally found this, where? Walk me through it.
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When she arrives she offers her a seat - a proper chair, not a stool or a workbench. Perks of having a rover all to herself, if you include the cats. ]
You have something for me. [ Straight to business. ]
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Before she takes the offered seat, the blonde reaches into her pocket to pull out the little napkin wrapped bundle.]
It would seem so, yes, according to Sturmhond.
[Holding it in one hand, she unwraps the label before offering said hand out to Gliese.]
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[ She picks it up from her hand without her fingertips touching any other part of her beyond the label itself, and deftly she inspects it against the light, turning the metal this way and that. Like she's looking for a specific marking, or design. When she stops, there is a look of satisfaction in her expression. ]
It is authentic.
And you personally found this, where? Walk me through it.
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