Yarrick shoved Furia into a seat, then settled into his own swiveling chair. They glared at each other for five long, silent minutes. The Dean pulled out a small silvery flask, understated filigree resolving briefly into the Imperial Guard's skull-and-wings icon before the angle changed. He took a long pull and paused. After another minute he nodded, and passed her the flask. She threw her had back, taking fully half of the ash whiskey down before handing it back, and nodding in turn. Yarrick began to organize paperwork as Furia stood and adjusted her bag, then walked out.
Ah, yes. Is there anyone here from the uh... drainpipe over there at 4chan?