[center][h2]Charlotte Carolle Lutwidge[/h2][/center][hr][indent][b]Lutwidge Manor - Library[/b]

	Charlotte slowly digested the fact that Techster had come all this way 'just because' - and you would forgive her if she found that it was a difficult claim to stomach. For the past two years now she'd dealt with a myriad of people, all using different approaches to get to her and her inheritance, and many of them attempted to earn her good graces through seemingly benevolent acts of kindness towards her. After the first time one had nearly managed to get away with it, she promptly put her guard up against similar tricks - all of them were dealt with in quick succession.

	She sighed. Perhaps she was being a bit too cynical about him - young though she might be, she'd like to think that at this point she wasn't so terrible a judge of character that she'd figured out Techster wrongly. For all that her experience told her that this was a trap, her instincts all pointed to the boy being a good person, or at least, a good person to her for the moment. 

	"Okay, I will accept your claims as genuine, for the moment. It's far from trust, but you'll forgive me for being cautious," she stated, shaking her head. No point looking a gift horse in the mouth. "It's a bit late, but thank you for your help. I'm sure your already aware, but what you've done for me is not a small thing. Consider me in your debt."

	Dangerous words, for sure, but at this point there was really no helping it. His help [i]was[/i] appreciated, and moreover, needed to be repaid somehow. She didn't like being in debt, after all. It was generally bad for business, and as a personal rule, it was an infringement on her honor.

	"Another question, if I may," she asked. It was as good a time as any after all. "Just how much do you know about me?" Of course, he could lie about this, but given what he knew already, knowing a little more wasn't that big a threat to her. Truthfully, details about her powers would benefit little. The most dangerous piece of information was something he was already aware of or at least suspected - that she, while wearing White Knight, was 'Looking Glass'.

	Besides - and this is something she wouldn't admit it out loud - a part of her was relieved, and extremely ecstatic, with Techsters presence. Though she hadn't ever heard his name on the news, and though he was hardly the image she would conjure upon thinking of the word 'hero', the fact remained that he identified himself as one, and so far, has conducted himself accordingly. Childhood memories, no matter how tainted they were, had a habit of rearing up on her, despite her attempts to restrain them. None of those feelings made it to her face, and her expression didn't change at all.
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