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❝ ... Uh. Yup! This is Ellie! Leave your message, or... whatever, and I'll probably see you around before I listen to it, honestly. ❞

[ BEEEEEEEP ]

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[ Ellie walks in and catches sight of... well, the only other person in the room. Approaching, she holds up the drawings for him to take, offering a sort of half-smile. ]

Here. That should be all of 'em. ... I mean, it's all the ones I got, anyway.

[ Minus the note. ]

( his anxiety and anticipation reach a new height as she approaches, his eyes rounded and hopeful, on ellie but a split moment before they rest and stay on the drawings she offers. he takes them, hearing but not truly processing to what she says, his whole attention focused on what's in his hands.

he flips through them as if to reassure himself they are all here; they are all real.

they are the only piece of his daughter, the only evidence he's ever had, that she is alive. that she's well. that she is living. after a moment, he tempers himself. looks up. ) Thank you, ( the words are sincere and full. they are heartfelt. )

No problem. [ Ellie replies easily, rocking on her heels. ] I'm just glad they could, um... find their way back.

[ She hadn't had any of her own stuff stolen, but imagines that something that personal would be difficult to lose, and wonderful to have back in your possession. ]

Maybe lock 'em up next time so the Mirrors can't get into it. [ She advises lightly, though she's also sure he'll guard them very closely from now on without her say-so. ] They're total assholes.

( he will guard them closely now. her suggestion is not taken lightly: he's troubled considering where they made their way back from at all, who took them, and of course, who returned them all.

klaus lets his gaze rest in the space off to the side as those waves of feeling rush over him, but he does his best to weather and mask them. perhaps it's the way she rocks on her heels followed by her blunt summation of their counterparts, but he cannot help the small smile that cracks his face.

he looks up to her again. ) That they are. ( heartily agreed. after a short pause, he cannot help but wonder, but ask, seeing and hearing all he's heard of notes. ) Did it come with the note?

Yeah. You mean the RQ one? [ Ellie shrugs, then produces the note from her pocket (though she doesn't yet hand it over). ] No idea what this is about.

[ She wrinkles her nose, re-reading it, and then glances back up at Klaus. ]

Is this-... Does it go with the drawings? D'you want it?

[ It isn't as if she's particularly attached, but... ]

I believe that's the point: the not knowing. ( whatever ploy was intended, it's had its desired effect. klaus considers the note in her hand, and her as well: he wonders if it would be safer for her for him to take it. ) They've appeared with many if not all the return of our valuables, from what I've observed.

( he supposes taking the note would not make a difference; clearly whoever 'rq' is, they know where to find her. they know how and where to find them all. ) May I see it?

Well, somebody should be able to figure it out, right? We've got some geniuses around here.

[ Or so they say... ]

Sure. [ She hands it over after he asks, rising to her tip-toes and falling again. ] Any ideas?

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