As soon as Ceraves stepped past the door, he became aware of another figure, towering at least a head higher than him, standing at the entrance of the room. The man was looking in the room before turning his eyes to stare down at Ceraves' face. Ceraves narrowed his eyes in the dimly lit hallway, studying the man's face. "Ah. First Officer Grave is it? The sharpshooter."

There was a faint twitch in Grave's eye. "And if I am not mistaken, you are Ceraves." Grave said no more, nor did he advert his gaze. Famous as Ceraves was, there wasn't an ounce of respect in Grave's voice. He had made it deathly clear that Grave did not like him.

Ceraves looked the man up and down for a second, taking in Grave's plain dress: a dusty woolen coat, dark grey pants, grizzled face. There was a faint stench of cigarette smoke drifting off of his person. Ceraves wrinkled his nose and turned. "Good day to you." Without shutting the door behind him, Ceraves strutted down the hallway.

Grave turned toward the entrance, stopping the door with one hand before it swung completely shut. With a loud creak, he pushed the door open, stepping inside, and locked his eyes on the only person in the room. "Finale."

The woman snapped the folder she held shut, turning to look up at Grave as he entered.

"Ceraves has been wandering in and out of Headquarters a lot lately." He didn't go far into the room, stopping only at the entrance. The first thing he noticed was the folder in Finale's hands, held shut underneath her fingers as if she were to lock the contents up herself. The second was the satin bag resting on the table bulging with enough coins to make any hard working middle class individual break down and cry upon sight of it. The final was the absence of the Circle's leader. He made one brief sweep about the room, half expecting to see his boss hanging around in a corner or by the mostly empty liquor cabinet in the back.

So many half formed questions swirled in his mind, but only one made it to his lips. "Where is Overture?" His eyes returned to Finale, scrutinizing. When he spoke again, his voice was tinged with cautious curiosity bordering on suspicion. "...And what were you talking to Ceraves about?"