[b][u]Baron Moreau[/u][/b]

Baron nodded to Deborah in acknowledgement as she left the table to take her call. Her previous expression didn't escape his notice – an exclamation, as if reminded of a fact. She did not let on that she once knew and has forgotten since then, and on top of that, a meager laugh to pass that off as a casual misunderstanding. In most circumstances, there was less a laugh, and more likely an expression of positive exasperation. There wasn't much that was funny about not remembering, after all... which meant Deborah likely knew who he was before hand. Baron didn't let on that he was unconvinced – he allowed the appearance of being played into her hands and had engaged in soft laughter to join with her.

But now she was leaving – it was probably best not to ask questions. They did, after all, just meet. Literally. Baron nodded to Holly as, once again, an acknowledgement of her thanks and praise.

“Hm? Oh, I'm afraid I'm not interested in psychology, doctor.” Holly answered. Strange. That was quite a contrast to her previous statement. “Not as a major or anything. A fascinating subject, but I don't think it's for me.”

Ah, that explains it.

“Well now,” Baron started, “don't be afraid to explore subjects. Don't let fear or insecurity rule your decisions, nor the judgment of your friends or family. You don't want to waste half your life trying to please somebody else, do you? Most likely, they'll die, and then there you are: half your life left and with a job you don't even like.”

He took a moment to sip from his coffee. He looked back at Holly. “At the very least, look into it a little more just to see if it catches your fancy. Then, later, you can decide. You look very smart and sociable, so I bet you'd be a natural at it.”

By then, Deborah had finished her call and walked up to the table. “Heeeeeey you two.” Uh oh. That's not a typical notification. Was something up? Baron looked to her with a curious gaze, and, mingled in, suspicion. Not necessarily of her, but of whatever situation had arisen."I'm gonna have to step out, I have to go handle my business - but I'm sure we can meet up again at the fair, right?"

Holly didn't seem too concerned about whatever turned up, but she was probably less finely tuned to social nuances, even if the two of them were friends. Regardless, she seemed to have a grasp on what was happening: family. Siblings, actually. Young siblings. Likely energetic, ran into problems, hence the phone call. Why not contact the parents? Unless it was a parent that phoned her. But what was odd, was that it wasn't just a problem for the police, but NEST as well. Now, why would they be a problem for an organization with a specialization in handling meta-humans? Holly stopped for a moment, stunned as she caught her tongue. The suspicions were adding up. 

Naturally, Holly was embarrassed by that blurt-out. It made sense – especially in a neighborhood in which metas appeared to be consistently prosecuted.

“Of course, my lips are sealed.” Baron agreed. “I have a question to ask, though. You are from around here, right? The meta-human condition... is it inherited? Passed down through bloodline? I've researched it myself a bit, and that theory seems to hold water, but it appears sporadic enough to give reason for doubt. ”