"That's presumptuous." Julien snarled notably after hearing Sen say her piece. His composed expression suggesting he was amused, however.<br/><br/>"You've only just met me... and yet I'm the most dangerous<span style="font-style: italic">individual</span><span style="font-style: italic">on</span>this train..." he replied almost rhythmically, eyes turned away as if to weigh up her statement. He turned the pieces within the rubix cube again. A brooding expression on his face which caused Beau to look on. Albeit stern and cautiously.<br/><br/>The rubix cube was 2/3rds solved at this point.<br/><br/>"Senxai Song, you are a remarkable creature," Julien opened up his hands in a presenting manner. With the 2/3rd solved cube hanging precariously open one of the finger tips of his hands.<br/><br/>"Wait..." Beau stepped in front of Sen defiantly. More to be protective than anything else "how do you know her name?"<br/><br/>"...do you know each other?" he turned to look at her. His own reflection visible on the lenses of her dark glasses.<br/><br/>"Noooo... but I know OF her!" Julien chimed in to answer his question. The condescendsion making Beau cringe, even though his back was still turned to Julien.<br/>Sen was right. Julien enjoyed posing 3 questions for every question that was asked him. Or at the very least, he appeared to enjoy toying around with them. Like a cat did with its food.<br/><br/>"It's ok to give me the silent treatment. You'll learn in all due time that she isn't all that she seems." Julien continued. Throwing the cube up and down within the palm of his hand.<br/><br/>"Enough of that already!" Beau turned around defiantly "I don't have to listen to this any longer. Oh and that job you offered me?"<br/>Julien's interest simply piqued as his bloodstone eyes met with those coarse steel blue eyes of Beau.<br/><br/>"I'm giving in my notice now. The thought of coming into work for some people I can't trust, especially yourself, isn't worth any experience, credibility or pay your company can offer me."<br/><br/>The squirrel's words echoed. His heart skipped a beat unwillingly with his last word.<br/><br/>The scene almost wilted to slow motion as those words were spoken. The rubix profectile having his terminal velocity, before gravity took its pull and it landed with a thump within Julien's palm.<br/><br/>"You forget, dear youth..." Julien turned to his inner shirt pocket and unscrabled a scroll like document.<br/><br/>The document, though rudimentary looking thanks to its wear, causing Beau's eyes to widen like shot barrels.<br/>"a contract signed is binding."<br/>Beau had to rub his eyes as he could swear the print on the document began to glare a glowing red colour.