[ Michael takes the delivery, slipping it into a bag hanging too low on his waist, as black as the rest of his outfit. He could tear it open, go through it here, but - he barely even knows what he ordered. Just told Kavinsky it was dealer's choice, so to speak.
The question he asks is asked innocently enough - probing, but not outwardly malicious. He just sounds lightly curious, not... like he's digging for more information about Tate's life here, trying to unearth the relationship he has with his drug dealer. Even though he is. ]
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The question he asks is asked innocently enough - probing, but not outwardly malicious. He just sounds lightly curious, not... like he's digging for more information about Tate's life here, trying to unearth the relationship he has with his drug dealer. Even though he is. ]
He didn't tell you before he sent you out?