Taking the file, Duos was silent, the estranged man flipping through the pages, doing a preliminaty skimming of the words, checking if any popped out at him. Then, just as suddenly as his long leather gloved hands manafested from under the cloaks, they vanished once more. he intended to study this in private, and in depth a little later...<i>"Count, me in..."</i>He growled out, voice husty, dry and cruel in and of itself. For a moment, his eyes met those of the medic, though he doubted she could feel their intensity upon her smaller, frailer form...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>