07-26-2013, 10:26 AM
"You know, had you wanted to play with the boys, you should have just asked instead of running off." That earned her a stern frown, but for once she had no witty retort. When it was presented, Nadia checked the badge and ID. If they were fakes, they were well made ones. The picture certainly seemed to match the looming stature of the man now cleaning up his plate of food, and he had rattled off his title and name without hesitation. Just give the inch, Nadia.
"Again, thank you for your assistance, Inspector McCullough." An Inspector. That certainly roused a whole new set of questions, and his attempt at appeasement made her possibly more nervous than his silence would have. Had the Ascendancy already discovered that little Nadia Sokolov was not in fact dead? Did they already know what happened to people who survived the sickness? "I am Nadia Bortnik, and I believe you have already met Zoe."
She reached into a pocket that was hard to see unless you saw it open, and began pulling out a few dollars for the omelette man as Zoe popped the last bite into her mouth. She would have to remember this spot. The food really was quite good, and he knew some of the other patrons by name. Regulars meant consistent quality, and while it was an odd atmosphere, it was a pleasant change from eating at home, or in a crowded and cramped restaurant.
"Yes, Mister Drayson, sir. I like Moscow so far! It's a lots bigger than Prague!"
Zoe piped up. Nadia was glad that Zoe had just gone along with the last name swap. It wasn't the first time they had done it, and really she should go through the process of making it legal. Sokolov was a dangerous name to run around with. Zoe inspected the gun, but not with fear. It was more curiosity than anything, as she had seen plenty of guns in her short life already. "Hmm, that gun looks different than Mommy's. Do Chief Officers have their own special kind?"
"Again, thank you for your assistance, Inspector McCullough." An Inspector. That certainly roused a whole new set of questions, and his attempt at appeasement made her possibly more nervous than his silence would have. Had the Ascendancy already discovered that little Nadia Sokolov was not in fact dead? Did they already know what happened to people who survived the sickness? "I am Nadia Bortnik, and I believe you have already met Zoe."
She reached into a pocket that was hard to see unless you saw it open, and began pulling out a few dollars for the omelette man as Zoe popped the last bite into her mouth. She would have to remember this spot. The food really was quite good, and he knew some of the other patrons by name. Regulars meant consistent quality, and while it was an odd atmosphere, it was a pleasant change from eating at home, or in a crowded and cramped restaurant.
"Yes, Mister Drayson, sir. I like Moscow so far! It's a lots bigger than Prague!"
Zoe piped up. Nadia was glad that Zoe had just gone along with the last name swap. It wasn't the first time they had done it, and really she should go through the process of making it legal. Sokolov was a dangerous name to run around with. Zoe inspected the gun, but not with fear. It was more curiosity than anything, as she had seen plenty of guns in her short life already. "Hmm, that gun looks different than Mommy's. Do Chief Officers have their own special kind?"