[ Gray permits the connection straightaway because it's Gen. If his refusal to ring the doorbell seems strange, she figures it must be an urgent situation, or one which requires tact. She flips her hood on and hurries to the front door.
She spots him across the street right away, and notices his more-disheveled-than-usual look. But his distraction tactic is successful; as she trots over, the intrigue of the leather bag tossed her way takes precedence. As she catches it, the shape, weight, and solidity of the cube inside strikes her with lightning-like familiarity. ]
This is...
[ She dares to hope. Her heart is squeezed to stillness as she quickly opens the pouch and upends the contents (content?) into her hand. ]
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She spots him across the street right away, and notices his more-disheveled-than-usual look. But his distraction tactic is successful; as she trots over, the intrigue of the leather bag tossed her way takes precedence. As she catches it, the shape, weight, and solidity of the cube inside strikes her with lightning-like familiarity. ]
This is...
[ She dares to hope. Her heart is squeezed to stillness as she quickly opens the pouch and upends the contents (content?) into her hand. ]