[center][h1][color=#357302][b][s]Chatterbox[/s]
Drake Vettman[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Listening with attention locked upon the Broker, Chatterbox nodded, then watched their boss go, smirking all the while. When he had left the room, he watched as [i]Lovely[/i] made their proposition to HeadHunter, before hoisting the deceased cape out of the room. He glanced towards the table with the manilla envelope where Sofia sat, and the mercenary looked over her shoulder to read. When the assassin had left the room, he rose to his feet, walked over, glanced over Sofia's shoulder briefly, reading the mission briefing to gain some details before he turned to leave. However, as he reached the halfway point of the room he held up a finger, turned on his heel and lifted his chair, carrying it back to the table. The act was done for the moment, so the props ought to go back to their proper places.

Alone in the room aside from the quiet girl, he made a point of taking care of his beverage as well, speaking all the while. [color=#357302][b]"You know, Sofia, you're curious one,"[/b][/color] he said frankly, no aggression or negativity in his tone. [color=#357302][b]"Quiet, with a useful, but quite peculiar power to almost offset your demeanor."[/b][/color] He glanced over his shoulder at her, flashing a winning smile before he finished cleaning his cup and setting it in the cupboard. He turned towards her, walking past as he headed for the door. He patted her on the back once, [color=#357302][b]"I look forwards to working with you. I believe it will be...interesting. Ciao~"[/b][/color] He then exited the building, headed up to his room, changed into civilian clothes, took the dye from his hair, and retrieved some sunglasses, which he donned.

No longer wearing his rather gaudy costume, Chatterbox had instead put on a blue and white shirt, with the colors alternating over a series of thin vertical lines. He was wearing similarly nice slacks, with his collar not at all popped, and his shoes fairly average. He had switched out his costume gloves for more inconspicuous ones that matched his shirt, their color a light gray. Looking himself over, Drake Vettman adjusted his blonde hair and retrieved a gray hoodie, tying it around his waist. He made a point to retrieve a bandanna that matched the hoodie's color, though he only tied it around his wrist...for the moment.

Not much caring for his civilian identity, Drake didn't particular mind if the others saw him out of costume. It wasn't a [i]huge[/i] difference anyways, and if they targeted him later well...they'd have broken the [i]rules[/i] now wouldn't they? He chuckled to himself before heading out, locking the door, before walking down a flight of stairs and exiting the building. He'd meet [i]Lovely[/i] and Headhunter outside, saluting to them rather jokingly with two fingers, the gesture meant as a greeting. [color=#357302][b]"I'd tag along if you don't mind, gentlemen,"[/b][/color] he said with a smile, glancing at Lovely almost pointedly, the action indicated more by a slight movement of his head, rather than his eyes, which were hidden behind shades. As per his usual, Drake had a smile stretched across his face. 

It was one of several things that simply didn't change when the mask came off. Too bad for them.