Shonagon frowns. "Certainly it looks exceptional, but shouldn't conspirators make an effort to look less conspicuous? It seems to me that such an unusual event would draw a risky amount of attention to any plan."
Neither of these arguments particularly move him. McCoy gets an eyebrow with respect to his subtle quip, and Shonagon receives a patient, resigned sigh.
"Then we are at an impasse. You said you were not interested in getting "mixed you" in this matters, but it appears you cannot be extricated from them."
He sits back against his chair, examining them both carefully.
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"Then we are at an impasse. You said you were not interested in getting "mixed you" in this matters, but it appears you cannot be extricated from them."
He sits back against his chair, examining them both carefully.
"Something will have to be done."