( the hem of gwenaëlle's (certainly expensive, even at a glance) skirts are damp and dirty, but the rest of her is presentable enough, still; she has cut herself bangs since he last saw her, and developed a perpetually tired look that seems lived in.

it is probably better not to ask. it didn't go great for jim. the question he does present her with is fairly reasonable and she looks between the divan and the door to his chambers like she's doing some kind of math in her head while hardie whuffs past her to investigate the new flavor of small animal that he can probably become affectionately in charge of.

gwenaëlle indeed qualifies as such an animal. she watches him pad placidly over to put his entire head into whiskey's business; it is quite a lot of head. )

If you're going to be up for a bit anyway,

( she tilts the shirt she's carrying. )

I might work on this a bit first. Over there.

( it is not precisely asking for company, or if he'd mind hers. she stands in the middle of the room, and eventually, )

I figured no one would look for me in the diplomacy office. You know.

( what with her — personality. it's not not a joke. )