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Thankfully, they had left the now-decimated cafe faster than they had arrived. Lilliane seemed to only stand in specific spots around the room. She was inspecting it for anything that was wrong. Really, Taras and Lilliane looked more like housing appraisers than anything else. Still, it was better than what Chloe was doing with those two forks. That was a very low bar to cross, unfortunately.

[color=E1DAD0]"Disassembly,"[/color] Lilliane said curtly as she carefully dragged the back of a now gloved hand across the wallpaper. Her explanation of her power didn't carry anything that they wouldn't have already known. For someone like her, information was power. Even if she could absolutely trust the people she just fought alongside, she still wouldn't tell them anything more. Everything was on a need to know basis. They didn't need to know.

[color=E1DAD0]"I would suppose we should all prepare in some manner."[/color] Lilianne added, moving through her pockets as she went to check what she actually had on her. [color=E1DAD0]"Because I would hazard a guess that sudden violent encounters are going to become the new normal."[/color]

To Till, she made some small talk. [color=E1DAD0]"I've always been partial to the idea of the M1911. It's very... American. Hard to find in France."[/color] The names that he listed, however, did evoke some knowledge. [color=E1DAD0]"The reindeer that Saint Nicholas had? Abwehr code names are usually tongue-in-cheek."[/color]