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[redintheledger]

The woman walking into the bar today still has the remains of eyeliner and glitter around her eyes, but the clothes themselves are a perfectly ordinary set of shorts and fitted t-shirt.

If anyone asks, Nadine was at a party last night. And, because she can, Natasha is going to make sure that party was way, way more fun than 'Tanya's' waitressing shift.

Mostly, though, she's going to claim a couch, slip off her tennis shoes, and curl her feet up, just because she can.

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[balancingminds]

"You're tired and have been having migraines. Also I would guess that you have some training in a field where observation is important but I don't know anything more specific. Also I recently wrote my dissertation on mutation and genetics at Oxford, I believe there's a copy in the library if not Bar can get you one,"

Since he hasn't gone looking, he doesn't do that unless he has a reason.

[redintheledger]

"I'll ask the Bar when I can spare the mind to read it."

Surface thoughts, then. Okay-

"I don't recommend prying. To start with, I'll count it as being a violation, and I'll tell Security. Secondly, I've...got traps in my mind. Mostly they're meant for me, but I imagine someone else wouldn't find them fun."

Part of her is thinking that she's being terribly unsubtle with her threats, that it's distinctly unprofessional and she knows how to handle things better. The rest of her is still in the eerie calm of being threatened.

[balancingminds]

"I won't, but if I can ever help. My skills are available to you since I have a unique understanding of minds,"

Its a better resolution than he expected.

[redintheledger]

"I'll keep that in mind," she says, can't quite helping a mental, if things get worse.

"But for now, I think I'll take you up on your offer of you leaving."

[balancingminds]

He nods and picks up his drink, "Of course, have a good night."

[redintheledger]

"Good night."

Pause.

"And good luck with your friend."