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Sasha got the message and immediately sent Evan a text.



She dressed quickly, a black sheath dress and tall, deadly looking heels. Her hair was loose (in hopes of pleasing the doctor), and fifteen minutes later she stood in the hallway outside of the doctor's office.

Sasha gave Evan a very pleased smile after he kissed her, though it vanished shortly after. She tugged him down to straighten his hair, dusted off his shoulders and smoothed down the front of his shirt (none of which needed the attention) before kneeling down to perfectly arrange the laces of his boots just so. When she straightened Sasha placed the palms of her hands on his chest and gave him a very pointed look before whispering, "Behave."

It was much the same tone that someone might tell a dog to sit or stay.

She turned and opened the door without knocking, hair swirling behind her as she walked into the doctor's office. Sasha moved with a predatory grace, a hungry tilt to her lips as she stood in the middle of the office, eyes immediately on the Doctor.

Sasha took the folder from the doctor with a purred, "Thank you, sir, on both counts," before she turned back towards Evan in order to give his chest a delighted little pat pat.

"The manner I most appreciate, Doctor?" She leafed through the dossier with interest bright in her eyes, circling around Evan before taking a seat in the Doctor's chair.

"How divine," she continued, still flipping through the pages as she leaned back in the chair. "I do enjoy a challenge, sir."

At the sheer insolence of her taking his chair, the doctor couldn't help but smile fondly at the girl. "You are indeed. An potential artifact along with a relevant manuscript were supposed to have been auctioned off last night. Unfortunately they were stolen before the bidding could begin. Most inconvenient, you understand. The suspected location of the thieves has been noted along with te resources you'll have at your disposal."

Directing his attention back to Evan once more, he went on, "This would normally be considered Death business, but I'd much rather simply take care of it in house, and pass the artifact along to Cael should it prove bland enough to match his intellect. What are your intentions concerning Sasha?"

Suddenly Evan's presence there began to make a little more sense. This wouldn't be the first time he'd been dragged along on a Life mission to do the heavy lifting. He only hoped that whatever they were being sent out to recover wouldn't involve land mines and poison darts.

Though perhaps those would be preferable to trying to answer H's question. His attention switched abruptly to the doctor, though thankfully was saved from having to try and answer by Sasha's timely intervention. He felt it best to let her answer for him for all their sakes, but mostly his. "Yeah," he said slowly, tentatively agreeing to everything she said as he looked between Sasha and the Life lead.

He was grateful for the distraction of the file Sasha handed him. He flipped through it as he asked, "Do we have a time frame for this?" It was better than asking if they could leave now.

Sasha murmured a soft, "Of course, doctor," which was absolutely a lie because she had no intention of ever letting Evan and the doctor come together in any sort of casual situation. She took the dossier, took her Sun, and vacated the room, closing the door behind her.

She briefly turned to glance over her shoulder at Evan.

"I do hope this isn't going to be any sort of inconvenience. I apologize for not giving you a heads-up in regards to the meeting we've just attended - I understand if you have ...other plans that might need to be rescheduled so that you can assist me on this, and I, ah," Sasha paused a safe distance away from H's office. "I also understand if you need to decline this mission, Evan. I can find someone else to help me if you cannot assist me."

Something about her face - her lips, her eyes, a wrinkle between her brows - looked off. Strained. Almost as though she half-expected him to tell her that he couldn't come along.

Sasha waited, brows arched, for Evan's response.

The tenseness seemed to leave her, and everything else she seemed to surround herself with did too -- the boldness, the insolent way she acted towards the Doctor, the way she carried herself with shoulders up and back and chin high and hips swaying with each step -- it was as though she wore her sex appeal as some sort of guise.

Just for a moment, she turned her cheek into his palm, just for a moment, just to let herself remember that he was here and she was safe and not alone and that maybe just maybe she wouldn't be alone again (an unfortunate train of men who had left her in one way or another). It was silly, and probably a stupid thing to think about just then and there, but it was also reassuring to hope that maybe this time wouldn't be like the rest of the times.

If she was kidding herself, that was okay too, so long as she was allowed to pretend, at least for a while, that she could be happy.

Sasha turned to press a kiss into Evan's palm before she straightened, all efficiency and deadly precision. She took a step away from him, business now, and continued walking back towards the dorms.

"Twenty minutes at the portal, then. Pack enough for a week gone. Bring whatever runics you have. Something nice to wear, as from the looks of the dossier we're going to be staying someplace a little upper class. If you have nothing, we'll have to spend a little time beforehand prepping you for the mission."