>>9672844Duna sat in silence, confused as Noire spoke, unsure of what the detective's game was. She flipped though the journal, the brute frowning at the strange writing, then glanced back up again.
>W...what is this? Why are you doing this? What's your ga--But she was cut off as Noire kept going, handing her the scotch, explaining it's significance. Duna glanced down at the bottle, looking it over with a furrowed brow, and only looked back up in time to see Noire leaving, flashing her a smile.
As confused as ever, Duna awkwardly smiled back at her...enemy? Rival? She wasn't sure what the right term was for her and Noire's relationship at the moment, and as she watched the detective make her exit, she wondered if she would ever know.
She waited alone for a few more minutes, trying to see if this was a joke, if there was something more going on here, and when Noire didn't return, Duna let out a sigh, gathering the notebook and the scotch and rising from her own seat, going to make her own exit and head back home again.
