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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Oh! I don't haveta take the coat--" But he was handing it out anyway and so she took it. "Thanks." Tonks had a little modesty, at least! The shirt was peeled off without much thought, but the coat was put on before pants and undergarments came off. And the coat decidedly touched the ground. It was big. And cozy. "You might lose the coat." Just a warning!

"An apartment type thing? Like flats? Where in Merlin's beard would they hide..Was it underground, you think? And did you all see each other?" She often got the undercover interrogation gigs because of her penchant for questions. And the ability to seem, maybe not casual, but natural in asking them.

"Shannon hasn't come back?" She frowned too, both in sadness and thoughtfulness. Why keep only one? Off in her own world for a brief moment, Tonks looked up from the buttons that she was buttoning with an "Mm?" sort of sound. And then a nod.

"It was bad. They showed each of you in a torture scenario. An' then at two-thirty, we saw you all die." Each and every one of them. She had fallen somber about that, because it was a horrible thing to watch. It was still horrible, even if the others were still alive.