[ eggsy has never had someone to undertake a proper, well-meaning, paternalistic role — and he tells himself he doesn't want anyone to do so, a feat made easy by moments like this, with chiding remarks and tension over his behaviour being largely foreign before now and, uh, unenjoyable. (his troub le at home had been far more outright in london). see, learning spy tricks is fun. housekeeping, on the other hand, is bloody pushing it.

at least harry moves on quickly enough, with more urgent matters to discuss. eggsy leans against the counter, brazenly relaxed despite his haphazard efforts to clear up at the last minute. it helps that he knows his information is somewhat impressive. ]

Heard a few different things. Bellamy caught a rumour that the M ain't for any name. [ eggsy will have outlined his connections to harry a few days ago. bellamy: about eggsy's age, from a space station, possesses some kind of unofficial combat experience given his vr gig in the royal guard, often serious, not the sort to provide poor intel. ] Don't know what it signifies now, only that it "meant something to the higher ups before all this." Whatever that means. But that's not the big one — Cassie overhead some bloke who thinks the Empress and the Institute had a hand in the attack and the illness. [ he arches his brows. ] His friend was trying to get him to go to the Sanctuary, yeah? And he goes, [ definitely putting on a stupid voice. ] "That woman seduced this right out of the Institute...just like she has for everything else..." and then, "You know what she would do for the donations to her little not-so-secret —" something or other. There's been some chatter on the network 'bout similar stuff, with people saying there's a bit of the Institute that's off limits, which fits with the other rumours.

[ cassie foster: late teens, direct, clever, fast as anything, and alan foster's daughter. she won't have misheard a thing. ]