Hadriel IC Contact.

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[If you think a time-traveller wants to deal with voicemail you would be very much mistaken; her mailbox is intentionally full at all times with dummy messages. But you can reach her directly if she's answering the phone at that point in time...]

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[Marian's hardly sure that's the case. Out of some probably misguided sense of justice and guilt, more likely. She doesn't even bother to correct the "Miss" to "Dr." It just doesn't seem as important anymore.]

Are you planning to stay here all day?

[She asks, changing the subject abruptly. On another day, to another person, it might have been snappish. But she can't quite muster the ire after all they've spoken about, sounding more... tired than anything.]

[doctoral_bird]

[ Abrupt enough to send the message across, certainly. Malkus nodded at his feet before rising up from the rubble he was loafing about on. ]

I-I suppose I don't need to be. I just ah- I had figured you'd want- er...

[ It was clear his company hadn't exactly been the most jovial, after their talk. There was a tinge of guilt at that. At least he'd gained a better understanding of the situation with the Null, which was what he'd initially come out for! Malkus dusted the front of his robe and cleared his throat. ]

Your equipment likely requires concentration, my apologies. I can ah- excuse myself. If need be.

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I'm certain I'll see you ...around... later.

[She replies dryly. One way or another... on some days, it seems very unfortunate just how small the city is.]