Date: 2014-11-21 12:18 am (UTC)
tire_moi_mes_bottes: (Really?)
Lesgle stretches his glass over to Courfeyrac for a refill. (Yes, he already has a bottle at his elbow. But if someone is pouring, you don't miss the opportunity.)

"Bahorel, how do you feel about being one of Nature's born cabbage-throwers? --For my part, well, I already talk to several people on Security, and I had rather hold my cabbages in reserve until I know where to aim them."

He frowns. "--This may not have been the best metaphor. We may need to abandon it. There's no point criticizing without having improvements ready to offer. --Well. Joly, how do you feel about talking to Teja? It wouldn't be too dishonest to say that you were distressed and puzzled by the treatment of your friends?"

His voice is joking, but not the look that he gives Joly. Joy was distressed, and Lesgle doesn't want to make any kind of mockery of it.

"Beyond that, someone needs to find the mysterious head of security. Melinda Fray? That was the name? I'm not sure who would be..." Lesgle thinks of Bahorel as good at talking to women, but he's not entirely sure this is the same set of skills.
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