Date: 2008-07-15 07:24 am (UTC)
"Martinis work fine," Goldy tells Jen, not reacting to Zed's lunge in the slightest.

He's fast for his behemoth size, but not Cass or Miho fast—she is quite sure that she could dodge if someone didn't intervene. And someone did. The ensuing Agent-on-Agent struggle and timely wizard magic are given an amused eyebrow from her relaxed pose on the desk corner seat. And then an impressed nod.

"Not bad, sweetheart. Not bad at all."

Showing no more interest in the situation, she gets up and wanders over to the glass that overlooks the main hall. The fact that this puts her in the sacrosanct area behind Zed's desk does not seem to concern her either.

"Oh, I remember this view. That's the room where we fought those ugly flying clone robot things. Do you remember, Jen? I got thrown up against this very glass." She peers more closely at the transparent wall in question, and sniffs distastefully. "Great custodians they have here. I can still see a smear of my lipstick."

"Maybe I ought to requisition the Oompa Loompas to do some work on the side around this place."
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