[For a second, he feels a creeping jealousy in the pit of his stomach, and he tries brushing it to the side. But it irks him, the idea of some guy at her job getting her address and sending her a gift. It's too bad that he can't scare them off like he did to those drunkards at the Windblume festival.]

Perhaps they should practice a little more respect and not find your home address using their connections at work.

[It's a failed attempt to hide his jealousy, his words clearly laced with it as he looks at the gift. Who even does that. Ajax takes a deep breath, trying to push those feelings away as he tries to focus. What if it wasn't some gift from a coworker, but something else?]

Anyway, it may not be from a secret admirer from your job. I wondered at first if it could be a bomb, but when I consider it further, that's not our foe's MO. They want us alive, or they wouldn't of gone to the trouble of trying to put evil spirits inside of us to control us.

[They would have just killed them, right then and there.]