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[ladyfrownsalot]

"Okay, well, I don't know what else to tell you."

She finishes her tea and gets to her feet.

"This has been not fun at all, let's do it again sometime."

[epistemological]

He'll take one look at her and then scrub his face before he sighs and nods. Yes, of course.

"Two matters of business before you go: first, do you want to take this?" and he points to the file, "and after you've read if, if you want me to read it, I will." Because don't think he hasn't noticed how much of a teeth pull this has been. "And second, is there any sort of schedule you'd prefer or just... meet up when it feels appropriate?"

[ladyfrownsalot]

"That second one. Appropriate. That's fine."

She picks up the file.

"...Do you really think the Admiral's going to write a bunch of garbage about me, or do you think I might want to go through and red-ink it first or...what?"

[epistemological]

He has the feeling that 'appropriate' is 'never if she can help it' but as he'd said: he won't force it. As for the second.

"I honestly don't know. I never read my first inmate's file."

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Huh."

She gives Winifred a look to communicate that the scritches are a secret to be kept between them, and takes her file with her when she leaves his cabin.

[epistemological]

He'll let her go. Nothing more to say for the moment, after all. Instead, he has some thinking to do.