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{She feels sick. When she had been fueled by the Virus, Phoebe had felt so strong. Her prosthetic arm had almost felt as if had really been fused to her body. Her strength had been incomparable. But now, in comparison, she feels so disgustingly weak. She is covered in a cold sweat, her good hand flexing testily as she looks at the ground. Knight had told her to report her symptoms to the Hargrove girl, and though she didn't have much trust in the other woman, Phoebe never questioned Knight's orders.} Like I'm two inches tall when I used to be ten foot. I'm sick. And cold. And weak. I need another shot of that Virus. It -- It's not the same without it.

[It’s Phoebe… and she’s dropped a book on the floor. Ray had been wondering what that noise was.] Of course not, you’re a busy lady. Keep up the good work, Phee. [He replies with a wink and a thumbs up.] It’s done. [Ugh, he hates being looked down on, the look of disappointment boils his blood, but he clenches his teeth together and stops himself from making comments. He knows he’s replaceable, why else would he spend his nights in a office working and working? Rubbing his forehead, he looks over the file. Lucky there wasn’t much drool damage, like he originally feared and he had finished it off last night, thank god, Knight was a frightening man at times. ] Actually, wait, give me five minutes, I just need to check over it, then you can have it. Deal?

{Phoebe raises an eyebrow.} Trust me. I know I am. {At the thumbs up, she cracks a small smirk, rolling her eyes.} Oh? Is it? Good. Hand it over. {She sticks out her good hand expectantly, and at Raymond's hesitance, knows that he was lying. Raking her prosthetic hand back through her hair, she shakes her head.} Alright. Five minutes. But that's all. I'm not stalling for you like last time. {She perches in the chair across from Raymond's desk, seeing that she has nowhere else to be, and scrolls through her phone.}

[Raymond wakes up from his sleep with jump, scattering the papers on his desk onto the floor. Groaning, he pulls off the file stuck to his face. He must of fallen asleep while working on it last night, spending a few extra late hours at the Genesis base must off turned into an overnighter again. Glancing up, he glares at his co-worker standing at the door.] What are you doing…? Were you watching me sleep? Sorry to burst your bubble, bud, but I ain’t no Bella, trying to be the next creepy, sparkly dude won’t woo me. [Blinking a few times, he stretches and yawns, sleeping on a desk was never that comfortable in the morning and give him that annoying crick in his neck that never seemed to go away for that day. Tired and lacking coffee, Ray gives the person an unimpressed look.] Is there something you need?

{Entering the Genesis office, Phoebe rolls her eyes.} Really, kid? {She sighs, then looks around, picking up a large book from the shelf and dropping it, watching as Raymond jumps awake. Sure, she found his attitude amusing, but they'd all benefit if he had better work etiquette.} I'm sure you'd love to think so. But I wouldn't waste my time on that. {She gestures to the desk.} You were drooling on the file I need. Knight wants the rest of it filled out. Today. {If his expression is unimpressed, hers is borderline disappointed. An assignment doled out by Frederick Knight is to be taken seriously. Laziness is not going to help them.}

"—Seriously?" Sticking her neck out as she dusts off the flecks of coffee from her newly bought dress, her eyes narrowed upon the girl in front of her and she scoffed ever so loudly. "Don’t give me your attitude. You, in your very ugly looking uniform, should be watching where the hell you’re going! This is a twelve hundred dollar dress — I doubt, very very very much so doubt, that you can pay for the dry cleaning of this beautiful one-of-a-kind dress.” Huffing from her lips, she pursed her lips together. “And the coffee stain really does complete your outfit.”

(As soon as his coffee spils on the woman before him, Al becomes the embodiment of embarrassment. Thankfully he’d ordered that coffee a while ago so it wasn’t hot anymore) Pardon me, Miss. I am so terribly sorry. My apologies (he speaks in his trademark polite way, but his worry about the incident he’d caused was genuine and not just what his manners demanded).

{Phoebe's eyebrows raise. She'd immediately gotten defensive -- but for once it seems that someone is taking fault for their actions. That's new. And refreshing. She just shakes her head, sighing and wiping at her shirt with her good hand.} Ah, it's alright. {She shrugs.} Accidents happen, I reckon. Are you okay?

Withdrawn?! I’m withdrawn? What the hell does that even mea- (Addy is cut off midway through her conversation with her bank on the phone, when she’s slammed into by someone across the street. Giving Phoebe a death glare, her first priority was to check her own top to make sure there’s no coffee on it - God forbid if there was. Her second is to fold her arms, giving the woman an up and down look before she rolls her eyes.) Yes, seriously. You seriously almost spilt whatever that God awful substance is in your cup all over me. Jesus. Do you ever look where you’re going? I did hear there were people in the world with the attention span equivalent of fleas, but I thought that was just a rumour. Clearly, I was mistaken.

{As the girl lashes out on her, Phoebe raises an eyebrow. Her tone remains light, sounding nearly pleasant.} Funny. The way I remember it, you bumped into me. But perhaps I'm wrong. I doubt it. {She says calmly, dabbing at the stain on her shirt.} Maybe you should pay more attention instead of multitasking. I don't have too much faith in your attention span, either.