Halfway to Caro's house, Garak sends the team off for coffee and griping so he can see Caro without their fluttering. The trek into the Victor's Village is rather bleak, though his opinion may be influenced by the ghastly weather. He watches with interest as Sullivan knocks on Caro's door. After a moment, she opens the door and Sullivan steps aside to give Garak an unobstructed view. He immediately understands why Sullivan was at the station to meet him, and why he was so vague and cagey. How interesting.
Garak steps forward to both greet Caro properly and get a better look at those scars. They're healed, but recently so. They're also not quite identical to her injuries in the Arena, though they are close. These are a little more elegant, fit her face a little more flatteringly. Very interesting indeed.
"Why my dear, what a delightful stylistic choice you've made here." Garak beams at her and swoops in, reaching out to grasp her chin and tilt her head this way and that. The scars have clearly been well taken care of. Good.
Caro, being quite used to Garak's personal space invading tendencies, allows this without a word. In fact, midway through the inspection she smiles up at him in a way that twists and pulls at her scars. The average Capitol citizen would probably go a bit green, but Garak only has to muffle a laugh. Finally he lets go and takes a small step back.
"Wonderfully done! Though I do wish you had told me, I might have made some slightly different choices in your wardrobe." And then he just swans into Caro's home like he's been there before, leaving Caro laughing on the doorstep.
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:39 am (UTC)Garak steps forward to both greet Caro properly and get a better look at those scars. They're healed, but recently so. They're also not quite identical to her injuries in the Arena, though they are close. These are a little more elegant, fit her face a little more flatteringly. Very interesting indeed.
"Why my dear, what a delightful stylistic choice you've made here." Garak beams at her and swoops in, reaching out to grasp her chin and tilt her head this way and that. The scars have clearly been well taken care of. Good.
Caro, being quite used to Garak's personal space invading tendencies, allows this without a word. In fact, midway through the inspection she smiles up at him in a way that twists and pulls at her scars. The average Capitol citizen would probably go a bit green, but Garak only has to muffle a laugh. Finally he lets go and takes a small step back.
"Wonderfully done! Though I do wish you had told me, I might have made some slightly different choices in your wardrobe." And then he just swans into Caro's home like he's been there before, leaving Caro laughing on the doorstep.