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[i_ship_it]

After the warning she’s been given, the second Dodger feels like she’s well enough to walk, she sneaks out of the infirmary, taking her colouring book and crayons with her. She probably owes money for these as well, but hopefully nobody will notice. Her first thought is to find Mark and tell him that she’s ready to get the heck out of here, but she barely makes it into the bar proper before feeling light-headed and dizzy. Probably, she realises, because the only thing she’s eaten lately has been a few dry crackers. Everything else of any real substance came right back up.

She’s not in any sort of condition to go back out onto the streets on her own, and there’s no way on Earth that she’ll be staying a second longer at the lifeguard station. Dodger gets about as far as the fireplace before having to call it quits. She carefully settles down into the sofa, and is surprised to feel something hard and kind of sharpish poking her in the back. When she digs the object out from the cushions, she’s surprised to find one of those scanner things that Sam had used on her when she came in.

What the heck is it doing here?