Agent Dioxide maintained himself, not to offer gestural composure so as not to betray the professionalism being observed – as they were being surely watched.  He was being to feel more confident with Agent Caits. It was a matter of time before he would let in on his secret intentions. One would normally not do this under any circumstances given the cutthroat, dog-eat-dog personality types in services like this… but the way Agent Caits carried herself just now made Agent Dioxide believe her – made him want to believe her.
 
‘Come on, let’s go get a coffee.’

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Gershwin looked at those pale-white eyes. A sightless young man who was gifted with the piano is stuck here with her? She refrained from waving her hand in front of her – even if he couldn’t see it, it’d still be rude. 

‘No no, it wasn’t bothering me. That was really good.’ 

She caught herself staring at him eye-to-eye, and though there was no obvious effect to it, it still made her uncomfortable. It’ll take some getting-used-to. She walked closer to Cody, side-by-side at the piano chair. His gaze followed her. Did he have good hearing? Or could he actually see?

‘Gershwin. What do you mean 29? You’re 30? Where are the other 28? What are you even doing here?’