From the kitchen he gives a rattling, wheezing cough, but it is blessedly brief. After only a moment he returns with a mug of coffee with a little milk and offers it over. His own coffee, currently acting as a paperweight, is black. The coffee matches the furniture in that regard, and his usual costume. Since no one else has seen his private Sanctum, they may not realize this apartment is as close to a second one as is possible in an expensive high-rise.
The Shadow sits again, at one end of the couch, and rolls up a sleeve upon seeing what she's gotten out. "I spent a few days crammed on a boat with heavy smokers. It was unavoidable. I did try to isolate myself from it as much as was possible without blowing my cover. I claimed to have a chest cold..."
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Date: 2009-09-23 05:18 pm (UTC)The Shadow sits again, at one end of the couch, and rolls up a sleeve upon seeing what she's gotten out. "I spent a few days crammed on a boat with heavy smokers. It was unavoidable. I did try to isolate myself from it as much as was possible without blowing my cover. I claimed to have a chest cold..."