[And locked it was. Eames moved with relative speed and ease to the door, doing one last glance around to ensure everything of importance was packed away. Crane's two vials of toxin were in the safe beside the bed, Arthur's PASIV device was in the safe hidden behind a cabinet beneath the bar. All paperwork was either in the second, larger safe or tucked away in one of the locked drawers of table to the right.
He unlocked and opened the door with a wide smile, genuinely glad to see Crane after the lengthy disappearance. The forger lifted a hand to set on his shoulder for a beat, his expression altering to something truly solemn and sincere.] "Welcome back."
[Then he moved his hand, knowing Crane wasn't all that comfortable with it, and stepped aside to let the inmate in. His smile returned immediately. The cabinets to the bar on the left were swung open with a decent assortment of mainly elitist liquors (scotch, whiskey, gin, etc), but a few of the more exotic were present as well. A select few bottles and glasses were on the small table by the leather chairs to the right.]
SPAMO - You have served me well, young Skywalker.
Date: 2011-01-31 01:42 am (UTC)He unlocked and opened the door with a wide smile, genuinely glad to see Crane after the lengthy disappearance. The forger lifted a hand to set on his shoulder for a beat, his expression altering to something truly solemn and sincere.] "Welcome back."
[Then he moved his hand, knowing Crane wasn't all that comfortable with it, and stepped aside to let the inmate in. His smile returned immediately. The cabinets to the bar on the left were swung open with a decent assortment of mainly elitist liquors (scotch, whiskey, gin, etc), but a few of the more exotic were present as well. A select few bottles and glasses were on the small table by the leather chairs to the right.]