07-09-2014, 04:59 PM
Drayson smiled warmly and settled into his own seat. He could lounge with the best of them, when it was fitting to the situation. It unnerved people to no end to find a man like himself seated quite casually in their locked office. But most times, he sat squarely in his seat, feet firmly planted to the floor and straight-backed, his hands laying in loose fists on his lap.
He nodded in agreement with her about their surroundings, and chuckled quietly as she described the libraries of her school. Far more functional, likely, but not near as pleasant an atmosphere, he suspected. He leaned forwards and nodded towards the bookshelf, "The selection is brilliant, but it's all a bit much for me I think. And the Academy's library couldn't hold a candle to this place. Utilitarian to a fault."
He of course meant the police academy he had attended in his earlier years. The decade of strife and economic decline had seen many of the traditional structures closed, deemed too expensive to maintain and operate for the sole sake of tradition.
He settled back in his seat, and grinned again as she sought to place his accent. Londoners usually had a bit of trouble with placing the Manx accent. And his had been dulled by years working in London and these past few years in Moscow. "Born in Castletown. I spent the first twelve years of my career working in London though. Eight of those with Scotland Yard."
Technically Scotland Yard was just where the CDPS was based in London, not an organization, but the old term had stuck even with the coming of the CCD to the British Isles.
He had risen through the ranks quickly; it surprised even himself at times when he thought to think of it. Most Chief Inspectors were in their late forties, and did little away from their desks thanks to their age. He was unusually hands-on for one of his position.
"And you. A trace of London left there, yes?"
It was more in her mannerisms then her speech that he had even thought to make the connection.
He nodded in agreement with her about their surroundings, and chuckled quietly as she described the libraries of her school. Far more functional, likely, but not near as pleasant an atmosphere, he suspected. He leaned forwards and nodded towards the bookshelf, "The selection is brilliant, but it's all a bit much for me I think. And the Academy's library couldn't hold a candle to this place. Utilitarian to a fault."
He of course meant the police academy he had attended in his earlier years. The decade of strife and economic decline had seen many of the traditional structures closed, deemed too expensive to maintain and operate for the sole sake of tradition.
He settled back in his seat, and grinned again as she sought to place his accent. Londoners usually had a bit of trouble with placing the Manx accent. And his had been dulled by years working in London and these past few years in Moscow. "Born in Castletown. I spent the first twelve years of my career working in London though. Eight of those with Scotland Yard."
Technically Scotland Yard was just where the CDPS was based in London, not an organization, but the old term had stuck even with the coming of the CCD to the British Isles.
He had risen through the ranks quickly; it surprised even himself at times when he thought to think of it. Most Chief Inspectors were in their late forties, and did little away from their desks thanks to their age. He was unusually hands-on for one of his position.
"And you. A trace of London left there, yes?"
It was more in her mannerisms then her speech that he had even thought to make the connection.