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When Meryl spoke, Adele did not react at first, just stared out of the window as Latent zoomed past. Half-way Meryl's sentence, she turned her head just enough to make eye-contact with the other woman. Conversations with stangers might not be proper, but it was downright impolite not to answer them. But the answers did not need to be encouraging for more conversation - her husband would not approve of it, if he learned his wife was speaking to people unknown to him, and a displeased husband was really not what Adele wanted to deal with - her employer was quite enough. The man was permanently displeased with something, and always blamed his secretary - in other words, he blamed Adele.

"You're welcome," she said and turned her head to look out of the window again, looking over the top of her glasses. The girl was wearing a skirt that was far too short, she had noticed, and she looked...not exactly ruffled, but there were hints of that she had been doing something other than just office work. Adele, of course, was flawless; her hair brushed, make-up fresh and natural, clothes clean and unwrinkled, stockings without ladders, and shoes without a hint of dust. It took work, but all women should do their best to look like pictures. "You looked like you've had a rough day."

Adele could not help but smile and turned back to Meryl, tilting her head sligtly. Her eyes - made bigger by the glasses on her nose - were friendly, deep blue, kind of shy. Despite herself, she found herself increasingly curious about the blonde. A strand of brown hair had fallen over her face and the brunette brushed it away behind her ear.

"Thank you - comes with the job, I suppose. I'm a secretary."

"Girls have delicate bladders," Adele said before she could stop herself, laughing a bit embarrased. That was her excuse for the frequent visits to the bathroom, where she would check her make-up and hair and do some corrections of she had to. During a working day, she went to the bathroom eight to ten times average, sometimes more if there were important clients around and her boss fretted that everything and everyone had to look perfect.

"For which firm do you work, if I'm allowed to ask?"

Well, if they were going to have a conversation they could at least keep it on a professional level, there was no harm in that. Truth was, she did not speak with many people; she had very few friends ('the family were the most important people in your life, and your only real friends' her mother had told her firmly when she wanted to go to places with girls her age at school) and none of them close, and she was the only woman in the law firm where she worked. And talking to men without one's husband present about anything but work? That was something she left to other girls, it was not for her, a married woman.

"So saying the name wouldn't be a wise move, I take it."

The secretary did not ask more, she was not one to pry. And her work did sound a lot more exciting that answering phones for solicitors and filing away file upon file with client information.

The cab was quickly approaching Meryl's hotel and the driver looked over his shoulder to tell her how much money she would have to cough up.

Battling the part of her that screamed 'no' Adele slowly reached out for the card Meryl gave her, putting into her purse - just for keeps, you know? She would not actually take the girl up on her offer to go out for a drink...

The cab took off before Adele could tell Meryl her name, and they were off toward home. A dinner to cook and a husband to please quickly took over Adele's brain, Meryl forgotten for now, as they would never see each other again. Just a brief encounted in a cab, that had been all.

Well, it should be the last time they saw each other. Should.

::The boy watched with undying interest. His eyes were locked on the swashbuckler as he studied his every move with all of his mental facilities. This hard enduring study lasted a full...10 seconds.

And suddenly, a splash of water which had landed on the boys boots took over his interest. He fiddled with it, and drew shapes with it on the bottom of his feet, he even splashed a little more to get his feet wet...and then suddenly a fish splashed in the water. The child reached down and began trying to catch the fish, but the fish proved to be most wily and escaped his grasp. He leaned yet more forward , infact causing the boat to tip, just a bit as the huge "object" at his back added entirely too much wieght to one side and...with his feet already wet and unable to get a good grip...::



::He looked up. His attention was snatched from the task at hand, that pesky fish, to the gathering of the Shineys, his main goal. With a hoist and a few very nimble movements he followed behind the swashbuckler. And by nimble, I mean only the most agile movements imaginable, such as slipping several times on the edge of the port hole and just barely hanging on by your finger tips before getting lucky enough to have your feet grip the side of the boat and allow you to hoist yourself in and land with an uncerimonious CLUNK on the inside of the ship. Yes...very agile...like a cat or a fox...a dead cat, or a 1 legged fox.

Once he landed he immediately turned to Turriens, tapped him on the shoulder, and spoke again, with his little lisp. Funny that despite what he was about to say, he didnt say it in a whisper, or a yell. Just his normal voice.::

Arw we hiding now Mishter?

Good question. And his answer?

"Hmm..." he took a moment to look around, assess the situation if you will, before he made his reply, "Not yet. But we are about to. All we have to do is find a place to hide." he said as he helped the girl into the ship.

Now, with simple observation to where they were, seemingly an area below deck where the cannons were located, it was safe to assume that not a lot of people would be entering this place if there was no cause for a fight. So with that in mind, this was a rather nice place to hide, such as behind those barrels over yonder in the far corner.