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[thedreamisdead]

I'd like to take a trip to Old New York. Or New New York. Or whatever it is they're calling it these days. It's a personal matter, nothing serious for anyone here. However, given my... unfamiliarity with the current time and my public status, I would like to request someone come along with me as an escort or a distraction for nosy cits while I take care of my business.

I'm willing to accompany you on anything you need to do while you're there. [Assuming it's legal.] No need for a wasted trip on your part, after all.

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[crowskinovercoat]

[And like that, some of the icy coolness slips out of her tone of voice - and her posture, in turn.]

[In fact, that gets her to do the tiniest of headshakes, an internal tut-tut with her eyes closed, almost reflexively - like she's used to really terrible jokes that play up someone's worst impulses for the sake of it, which, in fact, she is - but it's not like that washes away her own innate suspicion of the Legion and what it's capable of, or meant to be. She just is who she is, and tends to exist in moments much less than concrete relational arcs - perfectly capable, if she doesn't see why it should be anyone else's business, of tabling one discussion and moving on whether she has a strong opinion about it or not. And the question of whether she thinks America (or, by extension, the rest of the Legion, who would presumably take her side in that confrontation, given Velvet's opinion of her own ability to abide by any "law" save her own) is someone she'll have to worry about taking out someday is currently one of those tabled questions. She settles back into her usual position of casual detachment and vague, deadpanning disdain.]

... oh, you're one of those people.

[thedreamisdead]

Couldn't say. I don't know which of 'those' you mean.

[Probably not anything flattering, judging from that tone.]

[crowskinovercoat]

One of those people who, if she had to pretend to be a cackling supervillain, would go on about how she's going to suck the marrow out of someone's bones, instead of using the table manners her mother taught her like she ought to do.

[thedreamisdead]

It would be better than my gangster impersonation.