Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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[shieldof]

Per- perhaps your altruistic and selfless nature-? Ah- I mean, showing such concern for young Sir Walter, despite your own situation- many people would be focused only on their own safety?

[reflectsdargent]

[ Shannon lets out a wet, choked laugh. ]

You really don't know much about us, do you? No one would describe me like that.

[shieldof]

Yes. Well. I have chosen to do so regardless, Lady Shannon.

[reflectsdargent]

[ For a long few moments, Shannon's just quiet. She can tell... She's not going to get anything she wants out of being in here. Not tonight. ]

I'm coming back tomorrow. As many times as I need, until you can tell me where Walt is, and if he's okay.

[shieldof]

Should I find him, I will come to you immediately. But yes, of course.

[reflectsdargent]

[ There's something else on the tip of her tongue. Something else she wants to say.

But she must think better of it, because without another word, Shannon leaves Faith to her privacy, slamming the door on her way out. ]