IC CONTACT

[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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Sunday night? monday? take ur pick

[hiddenblade]

Ezio had an inkling, watching the conversations unfold on the network around the attacks, that Annie had been involved. But even if he's wrong, there's no harm in checking. It's just a stroll down the halls, up the stairwells, and a quick knock on her door.

Monday!

[allgotrabies]

She answers, wearing clothes in her own cabin for once. It's too hard to dress and undress with her arm in a sling.

As soon as she gets near the door she knows who it is, and so he's greeted with a surprised but grateful smile. "Hey, mister."

[hiddenblade]

"Salve, Annie," he replies, and he gives her arm a concerned look. "I had wondered if you were caught in that mess Rita managed. I mourn that I may be correct. What happened?"

[allgotrabies]

She takes his hand and tugs him inside. She could have invited him verbally but anger and grief make it hard to speak for a moment.

"Jacobi made Connor shoot me."

[hiddenblade]

That concerns deepens, and melts into something protective. He takes her hand and moves with her, closing the door behind him.

"Terrible business," he replies. "Is there anything I can attend to for you?"