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Address and gear in hand, Caine hoists his bag higher on his shoulder after checking his coordinates to be sure he was going the right way. He'd gotten turned around a little, but despite the strange looks he'd finally made it to Max's place.

He knocks on the door and takes a step back, waiting for him to answer the door.

His apartment in D1 hasn't been used since the attack, but he can't avoid it forever. He needs clothes and his books and everything that he'd left behind. And it had seemed a better place to meet this bodyguard that Juliett had insisted on hiring for him. He's not happy about the arrangement, but he knows better than to fight this one. She'd had that look in her eyes.

He freezes when there's a knock on the door, pausing in the middle of packing some of his stuff up.

He checks the security before he opens the door, giving the man a suspicious look. "Yeah?"

Not surprising, that suspicious look. At least Max was cautious, Caine had seen quite a few Entitled who acted like they didn't have a care in the world when multiple hunters were after them. He held out his hand.

"I'm guessing you're Max Woodville. I'm Caine Wise, Callsign Juliett sent me."

Max eyes him for a moment before taking his outstretched hand and giving it a firm shake. "Yeah, she mentioned she'd be sending someone over. Pleased to meet you."

So they were both on the same page, thankfully. He didn't have to explain why he was there or any of that-- made getting right to things much easier. Caine nods back and gestures awkwardly to the apartment. "Is this where you plan on posting up?" Caine leans in the door a little and sniffs. Definitely Max's primary residence, from the smell of things. "Or do you have a secondary residence you're planning on going to?"

There's an awkward moment before Max steps aside and lets the other man in. He looks... unusual. An Immune he guesses. Thinks Juliett had said something about that, being able to be more certain that they weren't working for Bifrons. "No. This is the place I'm leaving," he says. There's still a lot of stuff to move. "I have a place. But mostly I'm taking things to my lab."

Caine bows his head as he enters the apartment, and he immediately starts going from room to room, looking at things. Now he sees the packed boxes, and he nods as he takes them in. "I don't think it's such a good idea to move things when it's dark outside. If you want, I can help you pack things, and we can move them in the morning."

"Uh..." Does he normally just wander around people's houses like this? It's a little disconcerting. He hasn't had many people around here since his accident so it feels like a bigger deal than it is.

"I'm not- not planning to move things now but... I just needed to get started." He needed something concrete to do to keep his mind off things.

Yes, Caine usually just wanders around places he's been contracted to fortify. But of course, if Max asked him not to, he'd stop. He'd be confused, but he'd stop.

He nods, taking this in. "So... you don't want help?"

Max hesitated at that, shrugged and looked down at the books he'd been shoving into a box. "I don't really want to move. I like this apartment. But t's not safe and... I should be closer to work." It was easier to move, it was just hard to give up the vestiges of his past life, even if the apartment had been more like a prison at times, when he'd been at his lowest.

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