Date: 2008-05-10 04:28 am (UTC)
The smile widens.

"Yeah, I bet you would."

She looks down for a few moments, scrunching up their antiseptic smelling cloths, then unsnapping one of her pouches to push them inside. The smell of alcohol is fading.

It's hard for Kendra to get physically cold wearing Nth metal, but she rubs her arms, feeling the threat of goosebumps.

"So what's your plan? How are you going to do this?"
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