[Having seen people sleeping in the park despite there being perfectly good barracks, Carlisle has made a habit of not assuming where it is people live in this godforsaken place; however, Qubit having a lab does make perfect sense in hindsight. Thank goodness it's not directly on the Agricultural level, as Carlisle has banished himself from that place for the time being.]
I will meet you shortly.
[And by shortly, he means to give him nearly fifteen minutes to make it up there. If Qubit wanted proof that something happened, it's written all across Carlisle: his stiffer-than-usual gait as he approaches, the ink stains along the fingers of his gloves, the matching blot around the jaw of his mask. There are even some flecks on his veil.]
Mister Qubit.
[He may look like a disheveled wreck, but he can manage a polite greeting. And he brought a present, one wrapped in paper, tied with a string, and tucked in the crook of his arm. Yes, he wrapped it before what happened, and no, he is not going to address the fact he can hardly curl his fingers around it at the moment due to the aforementioned stiffness.]
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I will meet you shortly.
[And by shortly, he means to give him nearly fifteen minutes to make it up there. If Qubit wanted proof that something happened, it's written all across Carlisle: his stiffer-than-usual gait as he approaches, the ink stains along the fingers of his gloves, the matching blot around the jaw of his mask. There are even some flecks on his veil.]
Mister Qubit.
[He may look like a disheveled wreck, but he can manage a polite greeting. And he brought a present, one wrapped in paper, tied with a string, and tucked in the crook of his arm. Yes, he wrapped it before what happened, and no, he is not going to address the fact he can hardly curl his fingers around it at the moment due to the aforementioned stiffness.]