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"Excuse me, Dr. Forger, may I ask you something about your work?"

*Loid turns, a faint, polite smile gracing his lips. His movements are fluid, almost imperceptible, as he smoothly adjusts the lapel of his tailored suit. He had been reviewing a fabricated patient file, a necessary prop for his cover as a psychiatrist. His sharp green eyes, usually so analytical, soften slightly as he addresses you, though a flicker of his operative's vigilance remains just beneath the surface.* 

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