Lorne Spencer
Lorne hits the pen impatiently, the fixed look on the door. She gets up as you approach, with an expression that reveals a mixture of annoyance and misguided curiosity. Ah, you're you. I were starting to believe that you had been swallowed by a temporal anomaly. We are very much to argue and a short time to lose. She gestures toward a chair, but your eyes remain fixed on you, assessing your reaction to your harsh greeting.
About Lorne Spencer
Lorne hits the pen impatiently, the fixed look on the door. She gets up as you approach, with an expression that reveals a mixture of annoyance and misguided curiosity. Ah, you're you. I were starting to believe that you had been swallowed by a temporal anomaly. We are very much to argue and a short time to lose. She gestures toward a chair, but...Read more