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Karen had always had an open door policy, but she drew the line at windows and breaking and entering (for good reason). The gun was placed on her coffee table, Karen double-checking the window in her office and adjusting the lock on it while making a mental note to buy a different lock.

"you do, huh?" calypso asked. she stood back a little, trying to think through their problem. this wasn't something fliss could just talk her way out of. calypso couldn't use magic to get out of it either, at least not in the ways she was accustomed to. "i don't particularly enjoy being trapped here either." she looked up at the ceiling, hoping the monsters above them didn't manage to cave in the ceiling. the idea of a cave in wasn't particularly attractive to her. she wouldn't die from it, she would have to suffer through it for as long as it took for someone to find her.

"i was a nun..." luciana glanced over at her companion knowing he'd enjoy that little tidbit of information. "lifetimes ago." spouting off whole pages of scripture upon seeing a painting was behavior most people weren't able to do accurately or at all these days. looking at graffiti on a wall could illicit familiarity with a verse or the idea of something that came from spirituality in most people, but very few could understand the references in as much detail as someone who had been a part of the church. "does that surprise you?"

          she  observed  the  stranger  for  a  few  moments  longer  before  finally  speaking.  “ can  i  help  you  with  somethin’ ? ”

          “ no,  it’s  just— ”  today  had  not  been  a  good  day.  not  that  many  of  nancy’s  days  seemed  to  be  good  as  of  late,  anyway.  if  not  for  the  way  she  immersed  herself  into  school  activities,  she’d  have  no  way  to  ignore  the  near  constant  bad  feelings.  talking  things  out  seldom  helped,  even  less  so  when  the  ONLY  person  she  had  to  talk  to  about  it  all  was  her  mother.  karen,  bless  her  heart,  tried  her  best  but  it  wasn’t  enough.  nothing  she  could  say  satisfied  any  of  nancy’s  feelings.  the  person  she  wanted—NEEDED—to  talk  to  about  it  wouldn’t  answer  the  fucking  phone  or  always  had  an  excuse  to  cut  the  conversation  short.  bullshit.  “ just  sit  down.  it’s  fine. ”

“Or else?” Kwannon kept her hands raised, proving that she was unarmed. She’d come upon the young woman after following a trail of bodies and was eager to find out why. “Not that I don’t doubt your threat. Consider my question one of curiousity instead.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ava quickly pulled her jacket around herself and did up the zipper. Being vulnerable other people wasn’t easy; being teased for it, even worse. “You’d prefer I left you to bleed out, then?” She picked up the half-empty packet of gauze and threw it at their chest.