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"Sorry, I'm busy right now. Someone else could probably help you with whatever you need."

Annette stared at him blankly. She... hadn't expected that reaction. Not at all. Maybe this wasn't the right approach- what had she been thinking? The poor man had been through a lot! The last thing he needed was to talk more about all of the incidents!

Flustered with herself, Annette drew in a breath and slowly let it out.

"Maxim, it is very important that I speak to you in private. Now." She no longer sounded like a curious, inquisitive doctor, but more like a mother, or other figure of obscene amounts of power. When he didn't immediately respond, she leaned in closer to him so only he could hear her. "I understand that you've been dealing with a lot..." Suddenly, something struck her gut. Intuitively, she continued, "I know they are things that I can't begin to understand, but I need your help."

On the surface, she had absolutely no idea why she was saying those words. She just let her mind work its magic, even if she couldn't entirely understand what it was going after.

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"Me? Oh, the south." She giggled at her own little inside joke. Maybe she wouldn't have to get her hands dirty, after all. Not that she minded, not one little bit.

"You intrigue me as well." Lyssa admitted. She led him right past her apartment complex. Oops. Looks like they'd be taking a side trip. Icarus . She silently thought of the name, it had a familiar ring to it. His face reflected that of... something she couldn't quite recall. It was starting to bother her.

"Are you, by chance, of... Greek decent, Icarus?"