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[....Donuts. Well. That's even less expected. Apology donuts?

He follows her wordlessly to the kitchen, donuts in tow. She'll have to be the one to open this conversation.]

[ Silence holds the conversation at bay as she pads to the coffee maker, wordlessly removing two mugs from the cupboard as the java percolates. She doesn't turn around right away, instead letting fingers tap on the countertop as she waits, as she thinks.

Then, finally, she turns around, poker faced as her arms fold across her chest. ]

Before she 'went home', did Shepard ever talk to you about what she found in the Mayor's office?

It didn't sound like very much. Like he'd already long since been evacuated and just a computer unhelpfully assisting.

Did she also mention the holographic equipment? Or the items stored around, like pieces of set dresing?

Carolina, [not Clair, not that desperate and emotion-ridden name] what is this about?

I didn't learn much more from her, since we couldn't be certain that the line was secure. And then she was gone. But she said that the place was too clean. Too empty for a work space that should see the sort of regular someone in the Mayor's position.

[ The coffee finishes brewing, the announcement ping interrupting any further remarks. She takes the time to pour two mugs, before moving towards the table. Setting them at the center.

It's a green eyed stare leveled at Malcolm as Carolina seats herself. ]

I don't like being lied to, Malcolm. I like politics even less, regardless of source.

[None of that seems to be getting to any kind of point, which is getting damnably irritating. Why can't she just say what she's come here to say and get it over with? He merely stands on the other side of the table, looking expectant.]

I don't think you'll find any dissenting opinions on either case.

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