[ That invitation to work together was open in a Super Open capacity, as in "do or don't, whichever," so as the time's gone on, Viper hasn't worried very much about whether Lloyd is going to show up or not. He's not one of hers, and communicating with Jaguar fucking sucks—communicating with any of them sucks right now quite frankly, because they're all up to their eyeballs in busy. It's not unexpected when Lloyd (and his........... dog) poke their heads in, but she does look up from the mess of papers on her desk (maps, mostly of Kiichpan, outlining the damage and reconstruction plans) in surprise.

And then with a lame look and a very crooked smirk. ]

Good gods, what a flatterer. You must be a real hit with the ladies back where you come from. [ Or the men. Or both. Or Other. She doesn't judge. ] Heh, get in here, lad. Take a seat. You, uh... you and your...

...animal.

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