"Here." Vince reached back into his desk and took out a large pile of papers out, setting them down on his desk. Jacqueline would stand up, brows furrowed, tapping a little ash off into the tray on her friend's desk as she did so. Taking the thin, flammable paper sheet into her hand- it reminded her of a piece of bible paper more than anything else, she raised it up to look at the news with a critical eye. Talks of the Home Guard detonating rail lines, a Milice official brutally assassinated in France, a Polish ex-fighter pilot stealing a bird and taking out a hangar's worth of planes almost by his lonesome before he had been intercepted, even one particularly daring tale circulated by the Free BBC about a resistance fighter scheduled for hanging whisked away from the assassination by a resistance cell and smuggled to Canada. Morale-boosting stuff indeed, even if she knew the brutal reparations inflicted in response weren't being recorded. Nobody needed to be told that the communities where these events had taken place would have suffered mass hangings, civillians rounded up and any adult male unlucky to be picked out dragged in to have their fingers smashed and eyes gouged out by the Gestapo.

"I'll get hese to the right boys." She nodded slowly. "They'll spread them about." Her nods picked up in confidence. "I assume they're the edible ones?" She rubbed her finger and thumb together to tease out the crease of this paper. Unsurprisingly, she almost tore through it without trying.

"You'd be right. They go up like a flash and you can swallow them in just a few seconds if needs be. Not good for rolling with, but we thought that to be a minor sacrifice. This way, you can get rid of it even if they're kicking the door in." He would demonstrate, taking the sheet from her hand and holding the corner up to his cigar. In an instant the edge had caught, and barely two seconds later the whole thing was but a fine powder in his fingers, which he would sprinkle down onto his desk and sweep out with a hand onto the floor.

"Handy," was all the response would be, nodding slowly. Reaching into her bag, she withdrew a large tote and placed the papers into it, before setting the tote down onto the ground and turning towards the window. "It's gonna be real hot in this room if I close the blinds." There was definite lamentation in her voice.

"It's for the best though love. Don't know who could be watching." Vince would rise up from behind her and reach for the metal beads, tugging them down until the slats had rotated and the view to the inside had been blocked off. Once it was closed, hands would reach clothing, and it would be a good hour until Jacqueline would emerge, pristine appearance only slightly ruffled and tote-bag in hand.