Who's a nosy fellow who can't mind his own business even for his own good? Lesgle, is who. He's been keeping his mind of Security business, and, spotting Gene herding Ava in the direction of the office, follows a few minutes after. Not the Madonna of the Mistletoe!
He's soon leaning in the Security office doorway, smiling faintly at Gene Hunt. "Visitors allowed?"
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He's soon leaning in the Security office doorway, smiling faintly at Gene Hunt. "Visitors allowed?"
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'That way if you wanna speak to her.'
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Gene remains unconcerned with all this blathering about fairness and consistency, clearly.
'And I doubt I'll let you know when I do.'
He tosses his pen down, sticks the note up for the rest of the team to see, and walks to the door.
'You want to talk to her, go on. I've got better things t'do than stand around here.'