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Reia continued cleaning and observing, making mental notes of the people she recognized and the roles of the people that she didn’t. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Dagen entering with the same woman she had met before. It wouldn’t do to blow whatever cover she had by running towards him like a happy wife glad to see her husband so, she kept cleaning and observing. His picture had been in their bedroom. This woman probably knew they were married but, on the job fraternization was an archaic concept and Reia was still uncertain what the Hell was actually going on.

• Reia, CIO/Comms

Reia would notice Dagen making a slight jerking motion in his stride as he evidently had caught sight of her. Then, keeping his pace he was saying something and made a turn back to NE Bailey - both of whom were dressed in grey, if stylish, coveralls not unlike NE Brecker nearby. But when he looked back at Reia she may notice a grin on his face followed by a wolf whistle distinctly directed to her. Dagen held her gaze for a moment longer then said something to the stern prim looking librarian like woman with an expression from Dagen that looked utterly self satisfied.
- Dagen, CE

Reia had not idea what the woman was saying but she could see her looking over Dagen like he was choice cut of meat about to be served up for consumption. Reia would see that she thought the whistle was for her and why wouldn’t she? The wife fit the description of self-absorbed arrogance. Reia would also see the prim woman’s expression and the way she grabbing Thor’s arm moving him to the patio.

They walked onto the patio and the prim-looking woman let go of Dagen’s arm. “I am not completely a monster, unlike your overlords.” Flicking her hand she knocked over a vase letting it shatter to the floor. “You have as long as reasonably expected for her to clean this up.” She did not actively tell Dagen to help but continued forward after berating him for his clumsiness. Moving to the edge of the patio, the woman waited and observed what Dagen would do with his time with Reia.

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Whatever the reason, Dagen didn’t miss the open door. Wordlessly he went to a knee and started picking up pieces. He was taking his time - not to prolong the time he had with Reia but taking care to not cut himself on the shards while waiting for her to approach if she would - and was glad when she did.. It wouldn’t do to have a bunch of band aids on his fingers in this gathering later whatever it was so he took care.

Reia glanced up from the arduous task of placing pillows . Without breaking character she picked up a broom and dustpan and made her way to where the vase had shattered. Looking down at the pieces she frowned, looked back up at Dagen, then slipped into an old dialect of Trill only half learned.

“Are you okay?” he asked her quietly when she came within range. That gave him a moment to look her over to see that she was uninjured. “You have got to get one of those outfits,” he said with a wink. “Apparently I’m a grease monkey chauffeur and Bailey is bartender. I can guess your role.” His voice dipped as he piled larger pieces to one side while he worked through her pigeon Trill.

“Fancy meeting you here. What do you know about this place so far?” she asked quietly.

• Reia, CIO/Comms

He replied in kind keeping the words simple. “Woke a few minutes ago and marched out here. Do you recognize this? It looks strangely familiar.”
- Dagen, CE

Reia slowed her cleaning to match Dagen’s pace but was still thorough so as not to break character.

“First I was on the bridge trying to help find you then, I woke up in bed, and then…” she glanced at the stern woman, “And here we are. Have they tried to use me against you? That’s manipulation 101. Yes, this place does seem familiar doesn’t it.”

• Reia

“Eternal torment and all that,” Dagen replied, “when it is evident that they need us for something here. To play some part. I’m okay about being a mechanic and can figure out how to park cars but I’m hoping that Bailey can actually mix a drink and not poison everyone in the process. Whatever it is it is happening soon here tonight. Some party. But why us? Isn’t there a job pool available for qualified folk?” He let his hand brush hers in a cross pass of pieces, taking the little sweeper from her hand to brush it into the bin.
- Dagen