What had become of the real Mr. Sanders?
Knowing that somebody from the custodial staff would be left with the mess if they did not clean up, John Jr stepped to collect a broom from behind the door. He wielded it with the skill and ease of someone used to tidying up.
He smiled at Flo, lips a little lopsided. Used the broom as leaning pole.
"My name is Syrtis. Most people just call me John Jr, though," he appraised her uniform more closely now that they were not engaged in battle. "Do you know who you are?"
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