Are those canapés? Well, don't mind if I do. Yoink.
[York sets his helmet at his feet as he leans against the wall, casual as sin. The hors d'oeuvres make for a simple way to keep occupied as he watches people trickle in. And marks the exits. One never knows.]
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[York sets his helmet at his feet as he leans against the wall, casual as sin. The hors d'oeuvres make for a simple way to keep occupied as he watches people trickle in. And marks the exits. One never knows.]