A Night to Forget

[Sören]

"Ah. Don't tell Vanders."
He chuckled, mostly to himself, but didn't bother to elaborate. No particular recognition flashed at the legion ranks, so perhaps he hadn't truly cared about the answer -- he was more interested in the way Jay looked to his companion at the manifestation of light. So they were both like him, which at least made him marginally more invested in the search. He'd met others, of course, including a rather irritating policeman, but such occasions were rare -- and almost entirely unique to Moscow.

"Family friend? No, not really."
He'd done business with Eleanor, but only as a means to help Natalie over the cusp of sickness. He grew irked with continually having to explain to Grey that it was as a bird trying to teach a fish to fly, but he never turned his back on those who might one day be small brothers and sisters either... or, at least, he gave them the means with which to save themselves, and fortunately in Natalie's case she had pieced together enough to stay alive. "Her father is something of an associate, I suppose. And since he can hardly look for her himself, I'm just doing a favour."