There's a young woman standing outside the courthouse, leaning against a wall near a pack of smokers, and as Connor rushes by, bolting into the building, a few loose papers slip through the briefcase, scattering at her feet. She looks at them for a moment, takes a drag off her cigarette, and then leans down to collect them. Some kind of legal mumbo jumbo, she can tell immediately, but she's got little to no clue beyond that.
Another inhale of smoke, another few lines of meaningless text. But he was in such a damn rush, they must be important.
Okay. Fuck. She puts out the cigarette, with the slightest roll of her eyes, and goes inside to seek him out.]
Hey. [Once she finds him, holding up the papers.] Lose something?
[If they happen to be important, he now has three minutes and thirty seconds to get them where they need to go.]
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There's a young woman standing outside the courthouse, leaning against a wall near a pack of smokers, and as Connor rushes by, bolting into the building, a few loose papers slip through the briefcase, scattering at her feet. She looks at them for a moment, takes a drag off her cigarette, and then leans down to collect them. Some kind of legal mumbo jumbo, she can tell immediately, but she's got little to no clue beyond that.
Another inhale of smoke, another few lines of meaningless text. But he was in such a damn rush, they must be important.
Okay. Fuck. She puts out the cigarette, with the slightest roll of her eyes, and goes inside to seek him out.]
Hey. [Once she finds him, holding up the papers.] Lose something?
[If they happen to be important, he now has three minutes and thirty seconds to get them where they need to go.]