Oct 17, 2021
He has a bag of Del Taco in one hand, churro shake in the other. It's the kind of thanks Leo Thorn knows how to give to a friend or something like that. Friend might be too strong, unless you counted the kind that are held captive. That'd require a lot of work on his part, and he doesn't see the reward. He's joking. More or less. Only problem is Chloe isn't anywhere in sight, and he has to turn to the next best thing for directions.
"Hey, boss lady," he pops in, office of one Mary Astor, head of this fucking department that's one gas can away from going up in the upcoming revolution that's TBA. "Know where girl genius is at? Short. Blonde. Looks pissed? The one that's not you?"
