[This is a more involved process than she anticipated. Grinding the beans???
...Though, she thinks for a minute. Mr. Armando ground his own beans, too. Not that she needs more evidence--she has more or less figured out who he is. And they've talked a few times here, now. He hasn't admitted it, but... He was being very obvious, if she were being honest.
She sneaks her hand underneath her thick scarf and wraps it around her magatama. She manages to get it to hold a charge. She doesn't know how long it'll last, but she doesn't really need it to.]
Tutor, actually. My supervisor at Mr. Grossberg's office. You knew Mr. Grossberg, so you probably knew him. His name was Diego Armando.
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...Though, she thinks for a minute. Mr. Armando ground his own beans, too. Not that she needs more evidence--she has more or less figured out who he is. And they've talked a few times here, now. He hasn't admitted it, but... He was being very obvious, if she were being honest.
She sneaks her hand underneath her thick scarf and wraps it around her magatama. She manages to get it to hold a charge. She doesn't know how long it'll last, but she doesn't really need it to.]
Tutor, actually. My supervisor at Mr. Grossberg's office. You knew Mr. Grossberg, so you probably knew him. His name was Diego Armando.