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The dancing melody of rain emerged from out of nowhere and further echoed in a soft spoken tone across the warehouse in which the detectives - potential and whatnot - gathered; as the raindrops tapped at the rooftop of the place with a soothing mesmerizing rhythm, as if some higher being took a rest there on the roof and tapped on it with its fingers, leaving water marks to gather up and trail across the metallic shape where the small gaps were, to further find some entrance inside the building. 

Abigail could only roll her eyes at it and shake her head, mumbling under her breath something about endless rains and docks; even though she could not deny the fact that this endless rain of a season reminded her of home some; making it all easier to think and feel through. After a moment of that thinking gap, as some nostalgia touched her heart with the shape of the rain, it soon after touched her again as she listened to everyone gathered, giving out a faint smile listening to Cathal’s all too similar shape of an accent. It was something else in his words that made her heart tingle, but she gave it no attention at the moment. 


[color=f26522]“Ay, the place’s… proved to be some of a home one day, but tis’s not a day yet.”[/color], Abigail said with the same smile, responding to Cathal, [color=f26522]“Ain’t no worry, miste’..”[/color], she took a pause to rush through the papers, but the man gave his name himself, [color=f26522]“Miste’ O’Molloy, yes.Excuse me, ye personally and all of ye in here before me, I haven’t got ye names memorized yet.. Water’s clean, cups are as well. And no, tis’s just water, no need to pay for it. A friend from the docks kindly offered us a hand with it. So at the matter of wate’ we’re well and fine.”[/color], the redhead said to Jane, affirming that the water was indeed here to be drinken freely. 

[color=f26522]“So ye be… Jane, ay, miss Nace. Thanks, nice to meet ye, and ye too, miss, uhm…”[/color], this time Abigail was fast enough to find the needed name in the paper first, [color=f26522]“..Robyn”[/color]. Just Robyn, would be easy to remember then. The redhead looked over the people gathered once again, admiring the stern look of how Robyn held herself, as much as the enthusiastic energy of Jane, careful tones of Cathal’s voice. 

[color=f26522]“Oi, and in case ye need to warm yeself up, we’ve some liquor here. Is not much, so don’t think of it as a drink, more of a warming thing”[/color], Abigail spoke with a light smile and put a bottle of whiskey on the table. It indeed looked cheap, and rather uninviting, clearly coming here by passing from hand to hand of docks workers, a bottle slipped out carefully from a shipment cargo, a bottle or two, shared by the outcasts fighting for their survival in the areas usually unseen by the eyes who wander in the city. 

[color=f26522]“Ay. Tis’ miste’ Montag. Welcome, welcome!”[/color], Abigail stood up a little, only to sit back as quickly due to her almost dropping the piles of papers scattered right in front of her, ready to slip from her hands and lap onto the floor she quickly reached for them and stood for a second awkwardly as she pulled the papers back in her hands. None touched the floor thankfully. All while Montag entered just in time to not to get washed up by the rain building up in its strengths, another rain casted on the town by the waters crashing at the docks around.

[color=f26522]“Seems like the weather just made it worse. Just as ye said, as usual, ay, miss Robyn?”[/color], Abigail asked with a smile and greeted Montag with a nod as he made his way to greet everyone present and give his introduction. Abigail listening to him sorted the papers again and once Montag finished, offered it to him: “I’d say that we can skip through things of names and ages, as tis papers say tis well as they are”, blue eyes rose up from the filled out blanks which held the basic information that applicants themselves offered some time earlier, also giving an example of their handwriting.

[color=f26522]“I’d say we rather talk on why we’re here, what d’ya think on this.. endeavor… How have you come to 'ere, what drives ye, maybe ye skills? What'ye good at, bad at, if ye did tis kind of job often before or ye're doing tis for the first time..”[/color], Abigail shifted her jaw left and right as she was making sure that the words she was about to speak were not giving out a different taste of meaning compared to what she had in mind, [color=f26522]“...And if ye’ve maybe felt or saw some things.. strange or out of place as well. Tis’s a weird question might appear to ye, but it’ll make sense soon enough, I promise. Tis case.. ain't an ordinary thing, it ain't a thing ye'd be used to, no matte' what ye've seen before.”[/color]

She carefully looked over the gathered in this room again, clear blue eyes seemed as focused as ever and the little shade of the past and present veiling over her suddenly fell off - the redhead in front of them was not cracking a joke with this answer and certainly meant what she just said; and more than that - it clearly made the very direct connection to whatever events and cases the Montag agency was ready to take. 

A sneaky poke of her elbow followed at Montag’s side as she whispered to him: [color=f26522]“Don’t be so stiff.”[/color]