"An unexpected visitor. Charming." Destiny tried not to cringe as the hairless mastermind sneered. She leaned back on the coarse, brick wall, folding her arms. "Ship captain by your walk, your posture screams pirate. You roll your eyes, thief, but I can see your secrets expelled into the crisp air." Taking her focus of vision from somewhere in he ceiling back to Meowiarty, her gaze intensified. It was no wonder that Lam had told her to be careful. She pushed forward from the wall, hands slowly moving to her sheathed weapons.
"Fencer's calluses on your palms," the cat concluded, watching the moon's reflection on his claws fade in and out with the passing ships, "A Swashbuckler at her finest. I'm humbled." Destiny's hands froze, her fingers curling in fear and confusion. She had always considered herself observant, but realized that she was lacking more than she had realized. In with Destiny was her first mate, budding engineer Grace Conrad. She swung her wrench as she always had, yet catching no attention of the mastermind.
"We've come here for -" she started.
"I don't think that answer is yours, dearie," Meowiarty cooed, turning back to Destiny, "The quiet ones always hold the most information." Destiny turned away. She hadn't expected things to go as they had; Normally, Grace would take care of the talking. Scowling, Destiny turned back up to stare Meowiarty in the face.
"We came here with inscriptions," Destiny said, her voice a squeak against the constant activity in Glass House. "In Aquilan Linear B, they are." Destiny's shoulders were turned inwards, her face pale. _Don't let him into your head,_ Lam had told her, _He's a dangerous one._ Grace took a single step forward, reaching out to place a dismantled clockwork bird on the desk Meowiarty stood and brooded behind. He smiled shrewdly, raising the contraption to the moonlight. He turned to respond, once again to Destiny.
"You've been out and about, haven't you? You aren't one of Sherlock's, I can tell, by how you won't dare speak. Wizards were always more of the talkative type, a shame." Meowiarty squinted. "You're one of Mycroft's puppets. Your eyes scale this room in comparison to the Admiralty Foyer. It is nice there, I'll admit." Destiny flinched. "Don't be afraid, dear. I promise I won't get into your head, just yet. Pah! Lam's a fool."

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