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[lostundercover]

Anyone have any suggestions for a job around here that might- might pay a little more than the average?

[He's clearly choosing his words carefully, trying to hint at a deeper meaning.]


[95% encrypted to Evandau]
You want to tell me what's going on with your group cloning the foreigners?

[30% encrypted to Ariadne]
I'm sorry about- [...] Look, something came up, alright? I didn't mean to stand you up.

[30% encrypted to Reid]
You said you might be able to help with.. [The 'my meds' is implied as he trails off.] My supply is low.

[30% encrypted to Kyle]
Is there any way to figure out who an anonymous message on the network comes from?

[30% encrypted to Cobb]
Your people made any progress?

[30% encrypted to "Freddie"/Eames]
You busy later?

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[lostundercover]

[He nearly cuts her off, not wanting t answer her question.]

This afternoon good for you? In a couple hours?

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[ almost instantly: ]

Yeah, that works great. [ a small hum in consideration ] There's a cafe just on the edge of the Earth sector, does that work?

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[lostundercover]

Yeah. I'll see you then.


[Costigan finishes sooner than anticipated and heads over to the cafe about an hour and a half later. He's not the type to worry too much about image when it comes to situations like this. Besides, he already kept her waiting for days. The undercover pulls the brim of his cap up a little before stuffing his hands back in his pockets, glancing at the place across the street.

After a beat, he walks up and withdraws his hands again to let himself in. His eyes scan the place for Ariadne before he moves up to the stand, ordering a simple coffee to kill time as he waits.]

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[ Ariadne's always been the punctual type – simply wanting to always make the best impression that she could. So it really was no surprise, that a few moments after Costigan was ordering, she was slipping into the cafe, wearing the jeans and Henley’s (from limbo) she arrived in, looking almost nervously excited at the prospect of what was to come. ]

Don't like cream? [ she casually asked as she slipped up besides him, and offered him a faint smile before ordering some type of local tea. ]

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[lostundercover]

[Costigan glances over towards Ariadne when she speaks, smiling just a little. He immediately pays the cashier for both of their drinks before she can refuse, because it's just what you do, before he shrugs a little.]

Coffee tastes terrible. It doesn't matter what you put in it. I drink it for the caffeine, not the taste, so.

[He gives a nod to the kedan who hands him his coffee, then he turns to face her, waiting with her on her own drink.]

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[ The gesture gets a faint smile in appreciation (that was sweet of you Billy) before she is turning her attention back on the Kedan behind the counter, offering them the best casual smile that she could. Ariadne might not be fully sure how to behave yet around these projections, but she was going to do her best and try like hell not to draw any unneeded attention to her. So yep, that meant being as polite as she could…even if a good handful of the Kedan tended to not look at her or the other "foreigners" extremely favorably. ]

I wasn't much of a Coffee fan myself until I was in Paris. [ which only has her shrugging slightly at the thought as she took her own mug and thanked the Kedan. ] So I can completely understand your point of view on it.

[ and with that, she was turning to him with a small smile, nodding her head in the direction of a table situated in corner of the room, that she hoped allowed them some type (but not too much) privacy. ]

Shall we? [ and no, it really wasn't meant to be a question, just her being polite (sort of) as she was already making her way towards the table in question. ]

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[lostundercover]

[Costigan begins following her immediately as she moves towards the table in the corner, appreciating her desire for a controlled level of privacy. He also silently appreciates that she takes the lead and doesn't wait on him.]

How long were you in Paris?

[He asks with sincere curiosity. As they arrive at the table, the undercover takes the seat across from her, allowing her to choose where she might sit first. He sets his coffee on the table, the mug still steaming, and leans in a little to listen while she speaks.

A beat after they sit, he removes the cap from his head and sets it off to the side on the table, running a hand through his short hair to smooth it out.]