"Mister Palmer, how nice to see you." Still clearly in pain. Deirdre takes this chance to scoot her chair back and pick up the book so she can set it back on the desk; it is one of the many volumes kept in Town Hall on relevant subjects (in this case, property law). She nudges it aside and props her elbows up on the table, flickering a pointy smile. "How can I help?"
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