Montag raised an eyebrow when he heard Meropis. Mary was right to call it tacky; why would any politician want to live in a place like that? It wasn't like Arnault was struggling financially, at least it was very likely that he wasn't. Eduard himself knew the area fairly well from his time with the police. Brutal beatings and stabbings were handed out there as much as canapés were in more affluent areas. That being said, the politician was definitely in the right place if he wanted to carry out dirty dealings. But the right place didn't necessarily mean a good place to be, especially in this case. And, as for "the gods"? He was tempted to ask what she meant by that, and whether she was being serious or not, but it seemed like the time they could be gathered for was wearing thin. And besides, the answer Mary would give would only lead to more questions, most likely. As Mary adopted a more serious tone, in juxtaposition to her previously mostly casual and mischievous demeanour, Montag's instincts also went on the alert. If all that Mary had said was true, then his list of enemies would be growing, if it hadn't already. He instantly went to take a cigarette from his pocket, but memory was jogged as his fingers fell on an empty pack. He took it as a sign to pay more attention, and he quickly took a mental note of Mary's instructions, as well as the two photos thrust in front of him. She was a pretty girl, the young Arnault, and her more defined features would definitely make it easy to spot her quickly, even in a crowded area. The house, in contrast, looked dreary, though maybe that was the fault of the lack of colour. Still though, he found himself agreeing with what Mary said. Eduard relaxed slightly as he sensed things coming to an end, his edge of paranoia from before almost completely vanishing. He took heed of Mary's final words to Abigail and himself, returning her goodbye with a small nod, with a thought of if or when they would meet again playing around in the back of his mind. Once she was out of sight, he turned to his redheaded acquaintance next to him, sliding the photographs her way. [color=goldenrod]"So, how d'you want to do this? You want to discuss a plan or strategy now, or tomorrow? Or are you someone who prefers to do these things alone."[/color] Montag questioned flatly, before tapping the two photos with an index finger. [color=goldenrod]"We should destroy these as well. If things end up getting messy tomorrow, we don't want to be found in possession of these."[/color]