❧ @nicocaravelli // his office
New York no longer felt like the city she'd once known. Around every corner something seemed to lurk. Through it all her need to get somewhere, to figure out these people, these faceless individuals - crawling around like potential ghosts - had only added to her need to understand the world she'd never set foot in. Had caused her to consider other paths, allies never before considered. "Thank you for meeting with me." Nico Caravelli. Something that had started as a chance meeting in club now burnt to ashes. "I'm sorry for your loss." There was kindness in her voice, a hint of frustrated sadness.
"You made that offer to talk. I'm here to accept said offer." To see if perhaps two unlikely allies could make sense of the mess. "I'm tired of losing a fight I can't see because it hides in the shadows." Well, there were plenty of those, but surely he'd know what she meant.