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"Well, if tha need someone ta ‘elp ya figure thin’s ou’, don’ be afrai’ ta ask me, aye?" He released her hand in favor of hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. She seemed like a good kid—he hoped that she would last longer than the majority of the new recruits that they got. "Tha’, I am," he nodded, "From ‘Ull, specifically. Min’ tellin’ me where yer from, yaself?"

"London, technically," Hera answered, knowing it was probably hard to tell with how weak her accent is. "But I moved around a lot as a teenager. Parents worked for the government and all that jazz." Rambling was certainly not one of her better habits, but it couldn't be helped.

"Yes?" she turned, too busy going over her field notes to realize sooner that it was a voice she hadn’t recognized. After a short moment of staring, she finally realized that she had no idea who this man was, and even more so had no idea how he knew her name. "Wow, am I the talk of the corps already?" She chuckled at her own joke.

Zeke laughed, realizing out he had apporched her was probably not the best way. Scratching the back of his head she turned his attencion away from her then back to her again. “Sorry,” he replied, turning his headf back to her. “I’m E- Zeke.” He wasn’t a very big fan, is full name, Zeke had always sounded better. 

The club was only half full of VIP’s and servers who stood around an dance floor mingling. The stage that held the DJ booth was propped up much higher than most people would expect, and held no mixer at the moment. The DJ that was expected to start the show in a matter of minutes was preparing himself backstage. 

It seemed to be getting louder in there, she noticed, leaning slightly towards the door in an effort to hear even a gist of what was going on inside. Could it hurt to just take a peak? No, she shouldn't indulge in such things that were unuseful to her purpose. Hera shook the curiosity from her mind and forbade it from returning.

"Yeah, sorta," she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and took the man’s hand firmly, pulling herself up from the floor. Hera picked up the bag that slipped from her shoulder and, unconcerned, tossed the collected bullets inside without organization. "It’s been a month or two, maybe?" A smile played upon her lips when she took the rest of the ammo from him, her features a soft contrast to her rather frantic behavior.

"A month or two is abou’ the newest ya can ge’ ‘ere, lass," he said with a  chuckle, taking her hand with a grin on his face. "Name’s Judas. I reckon I’ve been ‘roun’ ‘ere long enough for it ta be considere’ awhile, aye. Came ‘ere when I was twenny-eigh’, so I’ve been ‘ere for three years."

Hera laughed softly. "I guess I'm still trying to get the hang of things," she replied lightheartedly, although rather truthful. "I have to ask--you're from the UK, right?" She couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of excitement upon meeting another person that hailed from her region. In a place that was rather difficult to make any good acquiantances with common traits, it was the one thing she could latch onto.

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"Yes?" she turned, too busy going over her field notes to realize sooner that it was a voice she hadn't recognized. After a short moment of staring, she finally realized that she had no idea who this man was, and even more so had no idea how he knew her name. "Wow, am I the talk of the corps already?" She chuckled at her own joke.

Judas had never understood how someone could be so clumsy and still be a member of a corporation such as the Reformation. It seemed so against their main purpose. Still, however, he had nothing against this girl or her rushing tenancies, and thus leant down to help her pick up the ammo that she had dropped. “Don’ worry abou’ it,” he said with a shake of his head, “Shite ‘appens.”

"Yeah, sorta," she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and took the man's hand firmly, pulling herself up from the floor. Hera picked up the bag that slipped from her shoulder and, unconcerned, tossed the collected bullets inside without organization. "It's been a month or two, maybe?" A smile played upon her lips when she took the rest of the ammo from him, her features a soft contrast to her rather frantic behavior.

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A small chuckle escaped Hera’s lips, and she was almost relieved to have stumbled across someone else from her hometown. She would’ve been more surprised, but a mixed feeling of homesickness and painful memories distracted her.

Yep sounded like the London Mel knew and hated. Of course the rich areas were the most dangerous, that’s where her mom worked, the bitch she was, constantly nagging her about how she didn’t do anything to help with the “family" business

Hera stared at the other woman in shock. "You--but why?" she asked, more curious than anything. She knew that this job required all sorts of difficult decisions, but she didn't see how robbing the queen would have helped. Then again, there was a lot she still didn't know much about.

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Struggling to keep the rambunctious kitten still in her arms, Hera quickly approached the front desk inside the animal shelter. She was surprised to have even found the place, but conveniently it wasn't too far from where she had seen the poor kitten, trembling in a dirty puddle in the alley.

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Hera had been so consumed in her own thoughts, incessantly running through her schedules and mental checklist, that she hardly even heard the quiet, deep voice from beside her. She glanced to her left, nearly startled by the man's sudden appearance. She really ought to stop spacing out so much...

Hera caught on to that half-hearted smile, her brows curving up slightly in somewhat of a sad and confused grin. Was he going to be alright? “No need to apologize, Linus,” she replied, her eyes scanning over his face briefly. “It’s a pleasure.” His features were still stitched in a nervous expression.

You alright, darling? Amaltheia’s voice said in Linus’ mind. She nudged at his leg with her hips, looking up at him expectantly. “Hm?” he responded, shaking himself out of his stupor. “Oh. No, I am fine. Don’t worry.” He gave the animal a smile, running a hand through his hair as he turned his attention back to Hera.  

"Wow! Must be exciting," She replied, somewhat surprised by what he'd told her but interested nonetheless. Although she hadn't heard of the celebrities he'd mentioned, she began to wonder if he was a celebrity himself. Somehow, judging by his nervous personality, she doubted it.