Thread: A Vision In Blood (Miss Eleanora and Mr. Quixotic)

Elizabeth nodded slightly, it was not a dramatic movement of her head but it was enough to show that she had in fact heard and understood what he was saying. She wasn't sure that she truly understood the emotions that he was talking about though, being reminded of people that he couldn't save, the closest thing she could think of was being reminded of pieces that she could have created but never did. Those who for some reason or another did not work out. Fortunately there was no need for her to say more there and the brief nod appeared to have gotten the message across well enough for her not to have to speak on the subject of loss, something she knew she wasn't really able to portray as well as people expected. Things took another turn after Lyle had finished listening to what she had decided to share with him, after she had finished dropping her breadcrumbs and letting him follow the trail where he wished. The red haired woman raised a brow and raised a slender hand to cover her mouth as a surprised laugh slipped from between her lips. My word. That hardly seems an appropriate thing to say to a lady. Her words were a gentle reprimand, but the tone made it clear that she was hardly offended. That plus the way she was laughing. Without truly meaning to Elizabeth found herself giving the agent in her gallery the once over yet again. He certainly had appealing elements, and there was the glimmer of potential. She could almost see the way his visage would look externalized upon the canvas in that most precious of paints. Before her thoughts could go to far down that lane she stopped them through force of will. There was no question that using a federal agent, especially one who was coming to her to investigate her crimes as the subject for one of her paintings would be an exercise in absolute lunacy and an unconscionable risk. Since her urges had so recently been sated it was not hard to push the thoughts away, but, it was strange for her to be seeing the glimmer in others so soon after she had last created. I'd much prefer to be outside of the media coverage. Some people in my business think that any publicity is good publicity, but I know that to be associated, even tangentially with such actions as your perpetrator has committed she gestured to the low quality print outs of her own work, is foolhardy in the extreme. She smiled. That is to say, do not worry. I am happy to keep out of the spotlight. She reached out to take the card from Lyle's hand, their skin briefly coming into contact in the process before she set it down upon the counter. I will,... Elizabeth cut herself off, raising her hand in front of her mouth again as she unsuccessfully worked to stifle a yawn. Sorry, I had a late night. A brief pause followed as she internally kicked herself for revealing any sign that she was less than 100 alert and sharp. I will call you tomorrow then and we can work out the details. It was a pleasure to meet you Agent Carter, though I wish it had been under less dire circumstances. She began to walk towards the entrance where she had previously fastened the closed sign and locked the door. Upon reaching it she unlocked it again and stood to the side so that her sole patron of the day could leave unobstructed. Before you go, I must ask. Why did you choose me? It couldn't simply be a coincidence could it? Elizabeth was beginning to think it really was, but this, a query at a moment that would be unexpected, she thought it might get a response from the agent that would give things away.