Christopher Miller laughted slightly, the dark rings around his eyes frowned and his forehead creased ever so slightly, "not at all" his laughter continued to reverberate up his throat, "I have a fairly keen memory you see, wether it be by nature or by man I inherited it from a man not bound by blood"
he was of course referencing his predecessor who took it upon himself to remember every incident of crisis no matter how small, for if he did not bare the guilt upon himself how could he continue his job, akin to a politician to a rich family speaking for the working man.
Luke continued his smile and they continued to walk, before long they had found themselves in the presence of a small diner, they walked through the door and the minuscule bell rang a melody, an old women sat before the front desk, her eyes concealed by a pair of large rimmed glasses.
The two men greeted the women and likewise did she, they sat before a large glass panel that gave a murky view of the street, they had ordered their food and waited patiently, Miller held a small piece of paper and in the other hand he grasped a pen, he noted down a few words seemingly unrelated and pocketed it.