"Din is frequently around here somewhere," agrees a voice from on high as the grate of one of the ventilation shafts is flipped open and a tiny figure rappels down the wall, pulling it shut again behind him. He begins growing to his 'human' height part way down, and disengages the thread of a rope with a tug of his hand before tucking it away in one of the pouches on his belt. He nods formally to Ms. Franklin as he takes a seat.
She 'suspects' he'll be here shortly, does she? He'll find that bug, don't think he won't.
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