- You'll have to manage. - Clarke crossed his arms while answering. - Or our security measures will quickly take a more... Direct approach. - he smiled lightly. - I'll be here in half an hour, once our ship will be ready to move to the actual place of research. Until then... - he bid her farewell, observing her walk to the ship before turning around and heading off to the hangar's exit.
Half an hour later, a little bit early, Clarke made his way to the exact same spot as before. He this time crossed his arms, waiting for Grubozaboyschikov to step outside. He briefly considered getting at least one security guard to actually watch over his guest, but qickly dismissed the idea, eager to see whether his suspicions will come true at some point.
