The woman–the agent–was younger than Dalton, attractive, and dressed similarly to the agents he'd seen around the building. Entirely nondescript. Their Inquisitor may have favoured suits and ties, but Dalton had yet to find any pattern to the dress of the agents. Which only made sense, considering they weren't supposed to be noticed in the same way feds or police should be noticed.
“That would be me,” Dalton confirmed, smiling as he inclined his head towards her. As he did that, he started moving again, stepping up the last remaining steps, and gesturing for her to follow him. “You must be agent Dune? Come on, no need to sit outside. There's plenty of space in the workshop.”
“That would be me,” Dalton confirmed, smiling as he inclined his head towards her. As he did that, he started moving again, stepping up the last remaining steps, and gesturing for her to follow him. “You must be agent Dune? Come on, no need to sit outside. There's plenty of space in the workshop.”