( After a reasonable amount of time setting up his arrangements in accordance with their plan, Pantalone finally breathes in the crisp air in Fontaine. It's bright here, so much so that he remains cooped up in the Northland Bank office while he waits for the said Mehen to grace the marble floors. Business remains as usual, except that more experienced staff from Snezhnaya have replaced the residents.
The contract rests under gloved fingertips and a smile. He's not disguised yet, that's too much remarkable effort for now, but he's not wearing his typical Fatui get up either. A mere jacket with his usual turtle neck is more than enough for this weather. It's not like people here are familiar with his face, and those who have met him have long been taken by the flow of time. He fits in as a nobleman with equal manners and presentation, stepping into the lobby whenever he hears the doors open. )
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The contract rests under gloved fingertips and a smile. He's not disguised yet, that's too much remarkable effort for now, but he's not wearing his typical Fatui get up either. A mere jacket with his usual turtle neck is more than enough for this weather. It's not like people here are familiar with his face, and those who have met him have long been taken by the flow of time. He fits in as a nobleman with equal manners and presentation, stepping into the lobby whenever he hears the doors open. )
Miss Mehen.