[ Henry always made sure not to step on any toes, especially early on in building a rapport with someone. This guy, this Joel— he was a man of very few words, brutal honesty, and a tough shell to crack. Regular conversation wouldn't work on this guy. He saw more value in actions.
In place of Joel's cold shoulder, he greets the woman in familiar French, a language he never got to use anymore but could never forget. His job required him to be friendly and personable without being too memorable, and he toed a fine line with everyone he met. Sometimes it doesn't always goes as planned, but he always has backup for something like that.
Fortunately, he doesn't expect another person to hold the door for him and slips past the opening to make himself comfortable. Well, at least as comfortable as possible. During their hunt, Henry had managed to use his sneaking abilities and acrobatics to get into higher floors without having to use front doors, taking advantage of open windows and crevices. He's a slim guy, if a bit on the tall side, but he gets the job done.
He digs one that he'd swiped on his own from the inside of his jacket pocket. A small bottle of absinthe. Not his usual fare, but one he'd gratefully swipe from an upper-class household. ]
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In place of Joel's cold shoulder, he greets the woman in familiar French, a language he never got to use anymore but could never forget. His job required him to be friendly and personable without being too memorable, and he toed a fine line with everyone he met. Sometimes it doesn't always goes as planned, but he always has backup for something like that.
Fortunately, he doesn't expect another person to hold the door for him and slips past the opening to make himself comfortable. Well, at least as comfortable as possible. During their hunt, Henry had managed to use his sneaking abilities and acrobatics to get into higher floors without having to use front doors, taking advantage of open windows and crevices. He's a slim guy, if a bit on the tall side, but he gets the job done.
He digs one that he'd swiped on his own from the inside of his jacket pocket. A small bottle of absinthe. Not his usual fare, but one he'd gratefully swipe from an upper-class household. ]
This's a good haul.