An irritated cluck of her tongue rose up in response, Amélie setting the carton of milk back down on the counter a little harder than necessary after pouring a generous amount into the pan. Intel gathering. In Paris.
"They are supposed to leave me alone this week. No surveillance, no one hovering over my shoulder, watching my every move." Despite the clipped nature of the words, her voice lacked the anger others would possess. "I have been coming here for the last few years; now they decide to check my loyalties?"
She broke pieces of chocolate off into the milk, turning the burner on so it can heat and melt. "And they sent you." Because why else would Sombra be there gathering intel? Had Amélie not discovered the transponder in her pocket, would Sombra have even revealed herself?
That pale gaze of hers shifted over to Sombra, seeing her still in that coat. "You can adjust the thermostat to your liking. It is normally kept well below your liking." Amélie doubted Sombra liked it at eighteen degrees Celsius.
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"They are supposed to leave me alone this week. No surveillance, no one hovering over my shoulder, watching my every move." Despite the clipped nature of the words, her voice lacked the anger others would possess. "I have been coming here for the last few years; now they decide to check my loyalties?"
She broke pieces of chocolate off into the milk, turning the burner on so it can heat and melt. "And they sent you." Because why else would Sombra be there gathering intel? Had Amélie not discovered the transponder in her pocket, would Sombra have even revealed herself?
That pale gaze of hers shifted over to Sombra, seeing her still in that coat. "You can adjust the thermostat to your liking. It is normally kept well below your liking." Amélie doubted Sombra liked it at eighteen degrees Celsius.