[This is a game Gideon has played before, too, though not in recent years; after returning from that ill-fated trip back to Kekropia, he was far less likely to find himself in conversation with others interested in feigning ignorance to their surroundings. It's something that set his teeth on edge before, and doubly so now that he can't announce his presence with a word or two.
He pauses a few steps away from Lucrezia to write out a message in his tablet, in particularly careful handwriting. He's willing to give this a try since he's here--even if the prospect is less appealing now that they're in the same room--and he'd like to make a good impression.
Well. As good an impression as a tongueless man of forty-five might.]
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He pauses a few steps away from Lucrezia to write out a message in his tablet, in particularly careful handwriting. He's willing to give this a try since he's here--even if the prospect is less appealing now that they're in the same room--and he'd like to make a good impression.
Well. As good an impression as a tongueless man of forty-five might.]
Good afternoon, Lucrezia.