xp_logs | Log: Remy/Sofia

Sofia is stopped in the street by a Guild thief, who passes along a letter, and perhaps more information than that, to Remy.

There she came, right on schedule. Amilie had been watching the woman for two days, hoping that she didn't decide to start coming into the office late. The picture that had been dug up was adaquete enough, and Amilie assumed that there couldn't be two women that alike working in the same building.

"Pardon? Pardon!" She called at her back, brushing into her but careful to avoid spilling her coffee.

"Yes?" Sofia turned, eyebrow already dangerously arched and a biting retort hidden in her cheek. She functioned surprisingly well in the morning, but that didn't mean she was any more open to dealing with people, especially people who sounded like they wanted something from her. If she was selling cookies, so help her...

"Merci." The woman said as Sofia stopped. She was a short, slim woman, easily dwarfed by Sofia's combination of height and heels. Her dark hair was cropped short, and her brown eyes seemed overly large. Obviously, despite the off-the-rack clothes, she would have no shortage of interested suitors. "You work in de building on de corner, oui? On de tenth floor?"

The left side of her face suddenly had the urge to tick, which she firmly smoothed down, peering down at the little mouse through large, dark sunglasses. "I know some of the people there," Sofia answered vaguely; while she wasn't being sold cookies, at least, she wasn't much in the mood for a point blank work related attack, either.

"And you are Sofia Mantega-Barret?" The woman held up a wallet that Sofia identified as her own, opening the flap to look at the identification and passing it back to her without offering the slightest explaination of how she came to possess it. "Oui, you are. I have something for you, dat you must pass along to Pere LeBeau. It is very important."

She reached into her jacket, a heavy leather one not unlike the one that Amanda favoured, and passed over a large plain manilla envelope, the sides bulging to contain the contents.

"Actually," Sofia returned, her tone icy and hinting at several pages of things she would rather be doing than standing here with her, such as watching paint dry and ripping off her own fingernails, as she slipped both her wallet and the envelope into her large shoulder bag. "I mustn't do anything for you. I generally stay away from pickpockets who disregard speech therapy, but I'm hoping there's a dead animal in here pour le petit prince."

A gust of wind came up between them as Sofia turned and made her way towards the corner; a slight frown had settled around her mouth, but it was pulled taut as she threw over her shoulder, "Bonne journée!"

"Pere LeBeau must get that!" The girl called after her, before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

***

Remy looked up from his paperwork at the rap on his door. It was somewhat ridiculous seeing the man holding up two different files, glancing between them before his eyes came to a dead stop and a confused expression filled his face. Sofia was looking to enter his office? Willingly? He briefly wondered what he'd done this time.

"Oui? Dere's something dat you needed?"

"The next time you leave your belongings at some girl's place while sneaking out, tell her to just chuck them out the window like everyone else. Or at least employ the US Postal Service," Sofia told him, casually pulling the envelope from her satchel and tossing it at his desk. It fell impossibly slowly, and continued to spin as it landed, a small top of cornered paper.

Remy blinked twice, watching the envelope slow, trading looks between it and her. "Have you been tipping tequila into you ceral 'gain, Sofia?" He reached out and stopped the spinning envelope with his fingers. "Who gave you dis?"

"Tempting, but no. Some of us do work here," she retorted easily, leaning against the doorframe. Sofia wasn't going to pretend she deserved any invitations into a place that was his. "A tiny thing. Short brown hair, deer eyes. Your atrocious accent. Referred to you as father, but if you're into that sort of thing..."

Remy's expression went from confusion to pop-eyed shock. "She called me what?"

"Pere LeBeau," she repeated, the French practiced. "I'm assuming she is not mistaking you for a man of God."

"Oh." Well, at least he didn't have a daughter he didn't know about. But 'pere'? Remy picked up the letter, turned it over to see the Thieves Guild sigil marked in pen on the one corner. "Dis is from Arlen. Dat must of been one of his guild people dat gave it to you."

Sofia shrugged, lifting herself away and back to the doorframe; he'd said that like she had a clue what he was talking about. "Should I call," she paused, searching for the word. "Hazmat? I'm not sure if I could handle another emergency like Christmas."

"Non, dis one is legitimate. Arlen D'Armade is de current unofficial head of elements of de New Orleans Thieves Guild. He provides me intelligence in return for help against my charming ex-wife." Remy tore open the top of the envelope. "Dat was one of his members dat gave you dis. Must have been something dat dey didn't want to trust to a normal courier, and didn't want to risk being seen in de building."

He paused as he was pulling out a collection of unmarked CDs and paper. "She said Pere LeBeau? You sure 'bout dat?"

"No, petit. I just repeated it three times to see what would happen," Sofia answered dryly. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Hmm." Remy made a noise as he flipped open the notes, obviously lost in thought about something. "I appreciate you dropping dis off. I think dat Sarah has another stack of faxes from Wisdom on her desk for you."

"Wonderful." Sofia watched the other man for a moment, tracing the hard line of his jaw with her eyes. "A bientôt," she said finally, stepping back into the hall, and knowing he hadn't heard.