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Wesley raised his eyebrows at Demetria.  She certainly liked to be quite the contrary one.  Nothing but nay to say and no actual input.  A mouth on a motor but it wasn't going anywhere.  The large man shrugged languidly as he leaned back in his chair slightly.  [color=88AC85]"True, the rich can afford all sorts of luxury.  Even the luxury of deciding that their security look nothing like them.  Black tie?  Or mall cop?"[/color] he offered lightly.  He made no further comment to her derision towards her name.  If she would like to be called something else she could ask him politely to do so.  For now, he would put his efforts into something more productive than to argue with a woman who had the anger impulse control of a two-year-old.  He dealt with enough of that from Bobbi.

Ah, Evelyn, she wasn't pulling any punches.  He smirked, holding back a small chuckle.  [color=88AC85]"If the walls didn't tend to have ears, I would have said so myself,"[/color] he responded.  He leaned forward against the table as he looked over the map of the suspected place of partying.  He didn't like the number of entrances and exits that could be utilized.  Granted, if it was in the Serval building that was already quite a few pluses in their favor.  [color=88AC85]"It would have been beneficial if she had stayed to offer more details on the job."[/color]


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People talking and arguing and didn't anyone have anything more conducive to add?  Not that Bobbi could talk, nor could she have been able to tell if someone had offered something worthwhile.  She rubbed a hand over her face before downing the rest of her coffee.  The planning thing wasn't really something she excelled at.  [color=BA68A6]"Look, when all y'all clever people get this shit figured out, give me a holler.  I'm gonna go get some more coffee and then maybe take a nap." [/color] She gave an exaggerated yawn and moved to stand up when a hand clapped down on her shoulder to prevent the movement.  She looked down at the hand and then followed the arm to Wesley who shook his head.

[color=BA68A6]"What?  It's not like I've got the smarts to be of use right now.  I'm more of a point in the direction you want me to go and smash sort of person.  Ask, Watts.  He'll tell you!"[/color]  She hoped that by calling out for the guy who disliked her the least would add credence to her cause.  He would gladly tell them all of the ways she was a failure.  Be sure to make it smart too!  Smart like hurt, that was.  Though probably smart like... smart cuz that the man was.

[color=88AC85]"Hence why it is a good training opportunity."[/color]  She swore that the grin on Wesley's face as of pure sadism.  She grumbled, crossed her arms, and glowered at the hologram projection of the room.