S a l e t é I V

XXXIX - Sanctuaire - Six

"Forgive me, we weren't expecting you back so soon."

The smart looking girl led them to a pair of chairs in a space that had been made between some of the container units as a sort of relaxed area, one of the lamps positioned nearby and a few books scattered across the tops of the units themselves. 

Spears, naturally, allowed Monet and Cassia to sit as he chose to settle for learning against those old industrial remnants, arms folded as he kept quiet, apparently making an effort to not draw much attention to himself.

"This is fine, thank you." Monet replied as she and Cassia took off their bags, Cassia giving a well mannered smile to the stranger in an expression of her own gratitude, the young lady returning it both slightly and very briefly.

"I'll be right back."

She began to head for the door that would lead through to the only other room that the building appeared to have, unless there was some kind of basement or another smaller space back there. Taking advantage of her friend's absence, the other older lass they'd heard earlier - Médée, as she'd been called - spoke up again, addressing them from her loftier spot as she leaned over the railings.

"Where you guys from, anyway?" She asked, that inquisitive side of hers clearly unbridled, the girl tapping the metal of that railing lightly yet quickly with one hand.

"The other side of the underground." Monet replied, her vagueness deliberate as she remained well spoken.

"For real? You must be pretty strapped for bubbles if you're coming all the way out here."

That was fairly blunt of her to say. Then again, it was also true.

"I don't blame you though. Those Sabre jerks, closing the tunnel like that? They shouldn't be allowed to." She continued, shaking her head, before her curiosity returned at an impressive pace.

"Your dress is really cool. Where'd you get it?" She asked Monet, that particular question one that Cassia was especially surprised by. 

Thankfully, the other teenager made her return before Monet could say anything, the sound of that door opening again signalling her arrival. Given her approach, Cassie could see why the smart girl had taken the lead.

This time, she wasn't alone. Fiacre, wearing the same apron over his clothes that he'd been making use of the day before, now accompanied her. Like her, his hands were marked with the stains of work, his apron sporting many more, the cloth draped over his shoulder blackened to a yn even greater degree.

"Sorry for making you wait..." He began, pausing to wipe his hands some more using that rag when he noticed that they were still marked, frowning briefly when he didn't achieve much.

"It's fine." Cassie assured him with another of her gentle smiles, not wanting Monet to be the only one talking, Fiacre looking to her with a fonder gaze as he got another chance to see her.

"Do you want to sit down?" She asked, prepared to free up her chair so that he could be the one sitting with Monet. He soon gestured for her to stay put.

"No, I'll be fine dear." He began, turning to the smarter looking lass for a second as he gave her an instruction.

"Bring any seats we have upstairs down, would you?"

She replied without speaking, instead giving a fairly pronounced bow before she moved to fulfil his wishes, not at all unlike a servant. Cassia could have very easily imagined Roslindis doing the same kind of thing, perhaps with a curtsey instead.

"I trust that Penelope has treated you well so far?" He asked once she had reached the stairs leading up, watching her until then, the young lady getting so far in very little time as he turned back to his guests.