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Alex scoffed with amusement at that statement. “I know. It’s also a long way up,” he nodded smoothly. It had been why he’d opted for hacking into the elevator and cameras to make his way up here, rather than scale the building.
He glanced at the woman, her face mostly obscured by the hood she was wearing, the breeze doing nothing to shift it enough for him to get a better look at her.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, I don’ really mind the company,” Alex shrugged at her next, strange words,glancing at the long dark gloves she had just produced and slid onto her hands. Elegant, long fingers, he noted; a pianist’s hands. “I jus’…didn’ expect anyone up here at this hour.”Why was she up here? Was she some quirky tenant of the building he’d failed to observe before tonight?
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"But did you scale the building?" Her voice sounded slightly amused, as though she had not expected his retort, but found that she enjoyed it as it turned out. Face lifted slightly toward him, away from the traffic far below.
"Why, thank you, but I'm not staying for long. It should occur to you that you are in no place to extend an invitation anyway." Despite the words, her tone was light and playful, almost musical. She made it sound like a question, a prompt for him to be introspective, if he would. "I can say the same, it seems neither of us has expected company here." Which was why she had chosen this rooftop in particular. But it did not truly matter for her.
Done with her gloves, Mortia slipped her hand inside her cloak and it slid out holding a tall, ancient scythe. And then she jumped.
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