Daley’s attention shifted to the features of her face as he asked his question. There was more response there than anything and that was what he always watched, but hers was so short that he missed any deeper meaning that might have been found. Whether it was with the nurses or nobles, it didn’t matter, an expression had so much to say. He played a game and he made a move. Perhaps the right one, so far, considering the way it seemed like she would do the work for him as she asked which body it was that he wanted traded out.
“Mmm, Mr. Thatcher.” He announced as he looked at the rows and then back at the woman. His focus looking her over and the drape of the fabric of her clothes. Just as it had for decades and centuries, the clothes a person wore spoke volumes. It explained their place in society. A place that was nearly impossible to deny or dislodge. She was beneath him, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be useful. Just how useful was what he was going to push, just because he could.
He wasn’t even sure how many bodies were currently housed in the morgue of the hospital or even the organization system that was used. It wasn’t his father’s basement. A place where he could easily pull what he needed, but here, he was going to continue to use this woman’s help. “I want to review what went wrong in surgery.” It didn’t go as planned. Daley hated when things didn’t go as planned. He liked a challenge in his women, but not so much in his surgeries.
Daley took a step back as his arms crossed over his chest. He could wait. Wait and watch and learn more about this woman he didn’t know enough about. Probably because she was invisible before this moment where they were the only two in the morgue.