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It takes an immense amount of patience to even be in the same room as her though she can’t necessarily blame Krystal. Despite the helpful hints she’s given them, she still has zero idea of what’s really going on. At some points, she wants to snap and tell her the truth though she’s not sure the concept would even click with her. “You are more than welcome to leave you know. No one is forcing you to stay here.” Well, maybe not her. More like Art and Felix and any of the others. ”That shite to hold your hair in place probably kills off more brain cells than pot would.”

She’d regretted letting Krystal go, no strings attached. But the salt in the wound stung worse with the phone call from Rachel saying they’d apprehended her. Sarah blamed the wolf for the entire ordeal, and without a second thought, Arcadia set up an exchange. Herself for the blonde. At least she’d have peace of mind that she was under the protection of her sisters and S.

Upon arrival, Arcadia discarded her phone and allowed Rachel to escort her to the lower level. Insistent on seeing Krystal, she was tossed into the holding cell with the blonde, falling shoulder first into the wall with a packet of papers in her fist. A soft growl escaped as she rubbed at the spot, narrowed eyes trailing from the slamming door to Krystal. “Everyone here has terrible manners---Are you alright?”

And then she caught sight of this Krystal Goderitch, and a rare smile came to her. She was so used to dealing with MK and Alison and Cosima and well, dealing with business. Research. Investigation. To see someone with her face (but not her hair, holy hell) look so glamorous and chatty and carefree even from afar was something. She made the impulsive decision to turn the investigation into full-on contact. Curiosity wouldn’t let her just observe. She kept her glasses on as she entered, playing it as casually as she could at the front reception. “So if I’ve had a rough day... work and all... think you guys could squeeze in a walk-in?” // @healerclone

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Numbers gritted his teeth.          Her voice really was like nails against a chalkboard and he had to resist the urge to tell her so.    He’s felt mace before and was not about to try it again.