Maggie was at ease that she could be heard. She had a feeling this was something big, even before most was said, and she didn't want to have to miss out due to her "condition".<br/><br/>She raised her brows at the "Mr. Smith" bit, mildly amused, but she got it. It wasn't the first time a source desired anonymity.<br/><br/>Now, 'legal maneuvers, with unforeseeable dimensions and implications' was a little less readily understandable, but the gist was all that mattered. She was dying to know more but also had a sense of, well....was this a life threatening situation? If it was to her source, it could be to her. But in a way, that made Maggie almost all the more willing. She liked to be there for people, especially if they felt they didn't have anywhere else to turn.<br/><br/>She thought of Michael though.<br/>Wanting to help others was one thing, and to protect them, but at the expense of the ones she loved.<br/><br/>Except there was one of the benefits of being unperceived.<br/>And how major could this be, really?<br/><br/>"Alright, Mr. Smith," Maggie answered, "how about we meet at..."<br/>She listened to what sounded like him gathering papers while she thought of where to meet.<br/><br/>Sometimes when people requested in-person, she'd call on one of her best friends, Ria, to pose as her. Maggie would first go up and confirm if she, herself, could be seen or not, and if she couldn't, she'd stand by Ria, feeding her what to say while Ria was the one who actually interacted. An actress at heart, Ria had no trouble delivering Maggie's dialogue as her own.<br/><br/>Ria was at home today, so if Maggie went that route, she'd want to select a location that wouldn't bring her friend too far out of her way. Spur-of-the-moment request as this would be.<br/><br/>Except two reasons redirected Maggie from that route.<br/>For one thing, "Mr. Smith" could hear her. There was a chance he could see her, too. But she couldn't very well go on her own just with a chance - well she could, and then if he couldn't see her she could fire off a text to his number which her phone now had, say she was running late, *then* call Ria. But the second reason trumped this.<br/>That sense that this was heavier. Heavy enough that Maggie would prefer not involving Ria so directly.<br/><br/>Mr. Smith's request for a public place yet to also keep his anonymity gave Maggie the perfect idea.<br/><br/>"-at the mall. In the new computer cafe there. We could each sit at our own tables and do our conversing online. If you have anything physical I need to see," Maggie, again, had a distinct feeling he did. Hence her idea that they'd not just meet online, but would actually be in the same location-<br/><br/>"-we'll arrange a discreet exchange."<br/><br/>On another hunch, or rather a second thought, she asked: "do you think this is safe to discuss over Email?" sweeping strands of hair behind her ear with her free hand.<br/><br/>She waited for his answer, but if it was 'no', she'd keep their meeting location the same -assuming he agreed to it- and just meet up in-person at the computer cafe instead of online. With the hope she didn't have to get assistance....Maybe she didn't either way.<br/><br/>On a quick third thought, quick enough that it came to her ahead of "Mr. Smith's" answer, Maggie added: "we could alternatively do the separate table plan but keep talking over the phone."<br/><br/>Now she hoped she wasn't doing that thing she did where her thoughts fired faster than the other person could keep up with - or even than her own sense could keep up with. But Maggie was a little known for being a quickfire. It was in fact Michael's nickname for her. Used only on the occasions it was warranted.