[Bulleta opens the door silently and with her gun drawn, just in case. After staring at Shylock for a moment, she ushers him inside with a wave of the free hand. The apartment is dingy, sparsely decorated, and smells faintly of cigarette smoke.]
…Thanks for coming.
[The words come out a little harshly, unintentional for a change. She is tired and she is annoyed. It was hard for her to admit to having any weaknesses - actual weaknesses, not just her feigned persona.]
Apologies for the delaaaayyy
…Thanks for coming.
[The words come out a little harshly, unintentional for a change. She is tired and she is annoyed. It was hard for her to admit to having any weaknesses - actual weaknesses, not just her feigned persona.]