| [ Omega, after waking up after the execution, has an idea.
She makes her way down the stairwell, passing anyone who'd stop her. Her expression for once is really placid, and she's making a bee-line directly for Craftly. She even waits patiently for him to finish whatever he's doing (if he is doing something). ]
Hey there, if we could talk somewhere private, I'd like to talk about a request. I have reason to believe it's especially relevant to you. |
Oh? I do love secrets, color me intrigued.
[ So, which he ushers her towards the kitchen. Omega will be pleased to know no one will interrupt them while he and his men prepare an early lunch. ]
How may I be of service?