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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Justice Asylum
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Mali had no great wish to stick around the asylum either, but managed to keep a cool expression regardless of how worried she might have been feeling on the inside. As they left the building she gave a friendly wave to the receptionist, who probably did deserve a raise for the shit she had to deal with. 

Oh Jesus fucking Christ, it was too hot. The oddity of everything that had occurred in the building had made her forget the sweltering pit of bullshit that was the weather. She'd thought that having more summer would be great back in Massachusetts, but no. It's nothing but a bunch of trouble.

Mali stood behind Relic, letting him hail the cab until she spotted a dude walking across the street towards him. He wasn't Valentine so that was one plus, but nothing else about him of his actions elicited further comfort. He could still be part of the conspiracy, or even some random jackass with a grudge. Mali stepped in between the incoming man and Relic, who didn't seem to have noticed the former.

[color=D5FF00]"Can I help you?"[/color] Mali sized up the dude physically. He was taller, at least more than 6 feet tall, but he wasn't that much taller. And although he had the height advantage, she was bigger than he was. All that said, she did have a broken hand and the dude could just have a knife or gun. But she would try to be civil before immediately escalating it to a physical confrontation.