"Not much longer I think - they have to clean it before my chauffeur shows up for the next show in a couple of hours."

"... My chauffeur is attending as an ostensibly hypersensitive Amentan with a lot of money. As an excuse to get this box cleaned to decrease downside risk of us being discovered."

"That's smart."

"I wish it wasn't."

Moira takes Peka back to her car, bidding her good night.

"I do wish I could kiss goodbye." 

Peka blows her a kiss instead.

Moira blows her own back, looking faintly charmed.

Over the next few days, Moira realizes she can't manage to figure out a means to schedule a date with Peka while avoiding suspicion. Her 'checking on a suspicious corpse' idea wasn't just her first idea, it turns out to be her only one - and it's become suspicious how many times that has happened already. She contends herself with keeping in touch via occasional emails, though as she tells Peka emails are not at all her preferred medium of conversation and it's difficult for her to develop deeper connections over them.

In the meantime, she plots.

[Continued in the adventure of the empty city]