[ Claude is, in fact, nearby. He's around the corner, actually, and is being approached by a stocky man that's taller than he is... which is a feat, all things considered. If Iona leans in, she'd be able to hear the conversation that's taking place, which is roughly as follows: ]
Where's the woman you were talking to at the party?
Ah, I'm sure I wouldn't know which. If you wanted to ask her for a dance, you've missed your opportunity, I should think.
Don't play dumb, 'Aubert'. She's the one who was sighted a few days ago, isn't she? The one with the—
—God, don't bore me. Can't you see I've had enough of all of you for one night?
—Tch, watch your mouth. Don't think that your last name entitles you to anything, failure.
[ That last statement is cut off with a sigh: Claude's, as if he's heard this a thousand times before. ]
...I'm telling you to piss off.
[ And that's uncharacteristic of Claude, the foul language. But it's also followed by the unmistakable click of a revolver. Not Claude's. ]
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Where's the woman you were talking to at the party?
Ah, I'm sure I wouldn't know which. If you wanted to ask her for a dance, you've missed your opportunity, I should think.
Don't play dumb, 'Aubert'. She's the one who was sighted a few days ago, isn't she? The one with the—
—God, don't bore me. Can't you see I've had enough of all of you for one night?
—Tch, watch your mouth. Don't think that your last name entitles you to anything, failure.
[ That last statement is cut off with a sigh: Claude's, as if he's heard this a thousand times before. ]
...I'm telling you to piss off.
[ And that's uncharacteristic of Claude, the foul language. But it's also followed by the unmistakable click of a revolver. Not Claude's. ]