I say wait to see what he says when he comes back.
If they try to arrest us, flip the fuck out. I agree, the only way to completely isolate any trouble from the library is to kill everyone here. Hopefully it's something silly. Stay cool.
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You decide to wait. About thirty second later the soldier reappears, his superior following along behind. You only ever saw her legs, but you recognize her now. Commander Ellis, the woman who raided Bruce's apartment and threatened his daughter. She looks different than you imagined; your mental image was one of an older woman with severe cheek bones and a smug expression of superiority. This woman is young, maybe mid or late 20s, with a round face, large eyes, and a haircut that frames her features oddly. She takes the papers from her subordinate and walks over to you. She looks at the papers and then looks at you.
"Orpheus Goldstine?" She asks, an eyebrow raised.
You jokingly ask if its a crime to have whimsical parents. She doesn't react to the retort. Instead she takes a step forward and, with a leather gloved hand, grabs you buy the cheek, pinching the flesh between two fingers. She tugs it back and forth a bit, as though checking if it would fall off. You're silently grateful that she's wearing gloves and can't feel how cold your skin is. And that she hasn't noticed that the fake breathing you're doing doesn't fog up the cold air like hers does. She lets your face go after another moment and checks your papers again.
"Who are your parents exactly?" She asks, "Where are they from. What was your father's profession?"