<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7231523#msg7231523">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 16-11-2012, 04:10:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cat tries to straiten her uniform one last time before seeing the start of the other investigator and suddenly relaxing. She steps into the office with a smile and says <strong>"That we are, I'm investigator Thebes, this is Callidon."</strong> She hopes 'investigator Thebes' doesn't sound as strange to the men as it does to her while she motions at Callidon.<br/><br/><strong>"What have we got to go on?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Callidon stood back, holding his Las Rifle. He was even more jittery then before, now. He felt keenly out of place. Down in the Underhive, he fit. He might not have belonged, but he fit. He'd spent his entire life at the fringes of society. Even in the guard. But... here. He knew he was wrong for this place. He could not belong here. Burned Terthus was closer to the Underhive then this place. He kept a firm grip on his rifle and wished he'd had his uniform laundered. He followed Cat into the office, eyes frantic even as his training kept him from showing anything other then the jitters. When Cat introduced him, Callidon executed a picture perfect salute, remaining silent other then that.