Whatever was in the box was a mystery, but if it was arriving by way of a courier of convenience rather than carried personally, it couldn't be urgent. The file would no doubt explain it, he thought. Dune wasn't prone to spontaneous gift giving for the big box variety.
With the biscuit in his mouth, he couldn't complain about her atrocious accent, melding... something vaguely Scottish with what passed for a mockery of cockney off of telly. He did arch a judging eyebrow at her, which encompassed both the accent and her way of eating the biscuits.
He flipped the file she'd handed him around, flipping it open to check, before snapping it shut and setting it aside. He lifted a hand and took the biscuit out of his mouth, chewing the piece he'd bitten off. He swallowed before he spoke.
“What has you darkening my doorway, other than serving as impromptu courier?”
With the biscuit in his mouth, he couldn't complain about her atrocious accent, melding... something vaguely Scottish with what passed for a mockery of cockney off of telly. He did arch a judging eyebrow at her, which encompassed both the accent and her way of eating the biscuits.
He flipped the file she'd handed him around, flipping it open to check, before snapping it shut and setting it aside. He lifted a hand and took the biscuit out of his mouth, chewing the piece he'd bitten off. He swallowed before he spoke.
“What has you darkening my doorway, other than serving as impromptu courier?”