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Yes, that was his name. What? David looked puzzled, still, particularly since Nero seemed... frazzled, suddenly. The man had picked his own name? Riiiight.
He shook his head at the old bat and stood up, just in time to nearly be hit in the head by a fancy airplane soaring right over to Jane. David quirked an eyebrow in its direction but did not do much else, moving instead to head out the door behind Jane, but not so close that he'd see where she was going or anything like that. He didn't care, frankly. He'd been spending as little time in the Department as he could, ever since that incident that day in the Chamber of Codes...
...which reminded him that he should go have another look at those gloves, but where had he hid them in this room....? David stopped walking and stood lost in thought for another moment, his face entirely blank as his mind was elsewhere in time and space, ruminating, thinking, considering...... until Nero's speaking again made him blink his way out of it.
"Hmm what?" Now who was the space cadet? "You wish to see my notes?" He hugged his notebook closer to him, suddenly looking more like the Ravenclaw boy he once was and less like the cold, polished man he currently was. "They're of a personal nature, I'm afraid." Afraid, yes, he did sometimes feel that in this room.
Not that he'd ever admit it aloud, nor in writing.
...the gloves, he needed to go get the gloves. He turned and trotted down the stairs again, cutting a swift arc around the veil and then up the stairs on the other side, over by his original seat before Jane had entered this chamber. His gloves were here, they were. He needed to see them again, for research purposes.
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