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Walter's lucky enough to actually know about the team stylist's imminent arrival slightly before he actually does. Approximately a few hours ahead of time, which is more than enough time for him to wander down to the train station and wait.

He finds himself a seat on a bench in the shade, and waits. It's going to be a little bit but he doesn't mind all that much. It helps him get his thoughts together on the impeding... whatever it is. Conversation with Garak about Caro, always a fun thing. It's better than talking to Weyoun about Caro, at least.

He's fairly certain Garak is unaware of Caro's scars, and Walter really would like to make sure the stylist leaves those be, not to mention making sure his overall plan for Caro isn't objectionable. He really does like Garak inasmuch as he ever likes Capitol people. He did alright by Caro during her Games, and he even did fine by Walter. But he's also Capitol people, and Walter can't trust Capitol people as far as he can throw then.

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Garak has had an... interesting time herding the styling team. He's had to employ a delicate balance of gentle but unyielding in regards to his vision for Caro. It's difficult getting them to really understand that they won't be... altering her. It's not unheard of to leave a younger Victor mostly alone, but Caro's of age. It might be the usual way of the Capitol, but it's neither Garak's style nor hers.

So it's with some relief that he steps off the train and into 12, as cold as it is. Caro at least will be good company, and he's actually looking forward to hearing more of her Talent. The impromptu mini-concert he heard over the phone was intriguing, but was both brief and quite some time ago. Garak's pulled from his thoughts when he spies Sullivan sitting on a bench, apparently waiting for him. Well now.

"Good morning, Mister Sullivan," Garak says pleasantly. "How have you been these last months?"