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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Delgato HQ[/i][/color][/CENTER]

Keyrs gave a nod to the car door opening service, then proceeded with Steffan to the elevator, as directed. 

Several related thoughts going through her mind as she did so. 
[i]'Will this be one of those mysterious elevators without buttons?'[/i]
Nope.
[i]'I wonder if they can do away with people in here, if they so need.'[/i]

She glanced around inconspicuously for any sign of little holes or vents which could exude a debilitating aerosolized substance, and came to be looking out the glass walls instead. [i]'Oh good. An escape route, if so.'[/i]

Sure the height of the complex likely made that impractical but. . .Keyrs made another mental note of something to add to her tech.
Feeling at relative ease despite her elevator suspicions, Keyrs allowed herself to reflect on the building. It was a step up - way up - than what she'd been expecting of the syndicate's HQ. Then again, why hadn't she expected something like this? 

Clearly she'd watched too many mob movies.
Or maybe, just not the right ones.

On arrival at the executive level, Keyrs, hands held down in front of herself, reciprocated the nod to the receptionist before listening quietly to what the sitch was. Another reflexive nod, then she followed Steffan to the study.

Rather, one of [i]the[/i] locations to be in the building, she was sure.

A series of emotions crossed her face at the sight of the poor taxidermed animals - they were nice to see on a base level, but pitiable and detestable on a fully aware level. Some reminded her of exhibits at the museum which she always thought -make that hoped- were just well done models and not actually once-living animals. Others made her question the character of The Boss, and also case a sideways glance at Steffan. Surely he wasn't party to such collecting? That would put [i]such[/i] a damper on how much she was liking him.

Keyrs tried not to focus much on the animals and instead check out the book titles - though the other decorative objects kept catching her eye. [i]'Look with your eyes. Hands to oneself.'[/i] She caught herself, moving her hands from her front to be clasped loosely behind her back as she perused.

"[color=#BF40BF]So, who's collections?[/color]" She asked in a non-revealing tone.