Asphodel could hear the way Wil's shoulder struggled at the joint and looked up. Visceral and tortured, it wasn't a pleasant sound, and a vaguely disturbed look crossed her face before he even launched into his emphatic explanation.
To her surprise, she found her interest piqued. It wasn't your every-day kind of trouble at the Exchange, and that it involved the subway was very curious. The injuries and powers of the agents involved were of less interest, although she supposed Wil would want to see Chapel at some point.
With a pleasant, unbothered smile, she threaded her needle into an unmarked space on her embroidery to store it and finally put it down. She leaned her elbows on the desk, folding her fingers into a bridge and resting her chin on it.
“Well, isn't that something,” she mused, lifting a pale eyebrow at Wil. “Would this be a three-headed dog in the style of the Grecian Underworld, you think?”
To her surprise, she found her interest piqued. It wasn't your every-day kind of trouble at the Exchange, and that it involved the subway was very curious. The injuries and powers of the agents involved were of less interest, although she supposed Wil would want to see Chapel at some point.
With a pleasant, unbothered smile, she threaded her needle into an unmarked space on her embroidery to store it and finally put it down. She leaned her elbows on the desk, folding her fingers into a bridge and resting her chin on it.
“Well, isn't that something,” she mused, lifting a pale eyebrow at Wil. “Would this be a three-headed dog in the style of the Grecian Underworld, you think?”