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From:

scattershot

It's not locked.

[She's lying on the bed, reading a book she picked up from the library - The Count of Monte Cristo, not very academic of her but Grandfather understood the value of a break every now and then. It's airship fiction, really: all improbable treasures and star-crossed lovers and swearing vengeance on all who have wronged you, and their families and their baristas and their dogs, et cetera.]

[Not Alphinaud, then. He'd have knocked, but he probably wouldn't have waited.]

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[There's a brief hesitation, and then the door cracks open]

...hey.

From:

scattershot

Hurricane.

[She sits up, dog-ears a page of the book. Drops it onto the bed.]

Did something happen?

[It almost has to have done. Without a reason, he wouldn't be here at all.]

From:

crossmyheartandhope

I, uh. I went to go hit up future is now. About today.

From:

scattershot

And? What did they tell you?

You haven't hurt yourself, have you?

From:

crossmyheartandhope

One of the Sensitiv girls said that, where she's from, this kinda thing would get used as a bug.

So I asked future is now to check it out, and - turns out she's right. It's a tracker, and it records audio.

From:

scattershot

Oh.

[The worst part of it? There's no surprise there at all, just the weary resignation that comes of having all one's worst suspicions confirmed: so there's the other shoe. Some part of her has only been expecting to hear it. Waiting for it, even.]

Of course it is.