[ He doesn't have to offer to help. Ingrid leaves all the dishware carefully together at the table and focuses on picking up an overturned bench. Clearly, her and Claude's question of what happened to the derobed gigolo isn't the only mystery brought by their evening of debauchery. The dining area is trashed-with-a-capital-T and there's only so much they can do by themselves.
They have a search to start, after all!
Looking back from Nardel to Claude, she notices the sea-tint his eyes take in the mid-morning light, but cracks on. ]
Should we work out an interrogative strategy? Perhaps if I come on very strongly, he'll be intimidated - and then you can step in and ask the necessary questions more gently.
[ In all the excitement of wanting to do a "good cop, bad cop" routine, she seems to have forgotten that there's still a faint orange stain on Nardel's shirt, courtesy of her digestive pyrotechnics from the night before. Can you still intimidate a man twice your age and twice your kill count after getting sick on him from too much drink? Clearly, Ingrid is more than ready to find out. ]
no subject
They have a search to start, after all!
Looking back from Nardel to Claude, she notices the sea-tint his eyes take in the mid-morning light, but cracks on. ]
Should we work out an interrogative strategy? Perhaps if I come on very strongly, he'll be intimidated - and then you can step in and ask the necessary questions more gently.
[ In all the excitement of wanting to do a "good cop, bad cop" routine, she seems to have forgotten that there's still a faint orange stain on Nardel's shirt, courtesy of her digestive pyrotechnics from the night before. Can you still intimidate a man twice your age and twice your kill count after getting sick on him from too much drink? Clearly, Ingrid is more than ready to find out. ]