"Hmm," Havelock responds; a vague, distracted hum.
It seems the resident of this room is quite the military man, although of a type Havelock has never before encountered.
He also has a collection of esoteric sexual devices in a case at the bottom quite unrivalled even by Rosie Palm herself. Havelock is puzzled, but mildly impressed at how complete a set it is.
He tactfully leaves those be, once he determines there is nothing particularly helpful contained within, and switches to searching the pockets of each jacket hanging above.
He feels cold metal, in a shape unfamiliar to him, and draws it out slowly.
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It seems the resident of this room is quite the military man, although of a type Havelock has never before encountered.
He also has a collection of esoteric sexual devices in a case at the bottom quite unrivalled even by Rosie Palm herself. Havelock is puzzled, but mildly impressed at how complete a set it is.
He tactfully leaves those be, once he determines there is nothing particularly helpful contained within, and switches to searching the pockets of each jacket hanging above.
He feels cold metal, in a shape unfamiliar to him, and draws it out slowly.