[Viktor foregoes digging through his current crate in favor of watching her a little warily, though it seems they've moved past outright anger. He's still faking his way through dealing with an agitated teenager, but he'll take angry sulking over a continued outburst. He waits a moment, as if to see if she's going to say something else, then figures she just needs a minute to cool off. Viktor inches back behind the shelf about as smoothly as he can (given the fact that he kind of clanks with every step), clearly intending to go back to what he was doing.
Then she speaks up again. Well, vague interest is probably not the worst thing she could be expressing. Viktor is also on the lookout for allies, even if they are teenagers.]
Access to raw materials. Equipment. [All kind of vague, but without having seen Cadens, he'll speak generally.] A workspace, ideally. I heard there are academies in the city.
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Then she speaks up again. Well, vague interest is probably not the worst thing she could be expressing. Viktor is also on the lookout for allies, even if they are teenagers.]
Access to raw materials. Equipment. [All kind of vague, but without having seen Cadens, he'll speak generally.] A workspace, ideally. I heard there are academies in the city.