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[stilljustandrew]

Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.



[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

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[stilljustandrew]

"... yeah," he says, the word coming out on a sigh, "I think so. I'm gonna drink some more water and try and get some sleep."

A beat.

"You?"

[hadyougoing]

"Gonna go to my room," Ava decides, glancing at her half-drunk beer.

"And ... drink some more water, and try and get some sleep."

[stilljustandrew]

"'S a good plan."

He tips up his glass to drink the last of the beer.

[hadyougoing]

Ava slides slowly out of her side of the booth, taking her glass with her.

She yawns.

"Well. Baby's okay now, and I don't have a concussion, so I'm gonna call this not shabby for a day's work."

[stilljustandrew]

"I'd call it pretty good."

He sits back to look up at her, showing no sign of moving yet himself.

"Thanks again, Ava. Seriously."

[hadyougoing]

She pauses, glancing to him, and gives him a small smile.

"Let me know next time you have a ... weird, not-too-dangerous mission," she says.

"I've got a skill set. And, like I said--"

Did she?

"I had fun."

[stilljustandrew]

He looks up at her, and smiles back.

"I will," he says.

"Night, Ava."