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Claire was busy trying to fix her voice to sound different. Being a goddess that frequently visited the planet to check on her Duskicians, that race in particular could easily recognize her. Interesting fact, they could also recognize her particular voice. Since there plenty of travelers among the Duskician race, she would most likely run into them. So, she had to change her voice in order to keep her cover.

She had a bit of trouble, thinking that it was too young or too deep or something, but eventually she managed to get something passable. It was a bit of seductive-sounding voice that still showed off youth, but also managed to hold the tone of a mature woman. Sort of like an older sister. Though she did like her own actual tomboyish voice, she had to keep her cover, so some things she'd just have to bear with.

Finally returning her attention to the others, she heard bits about going to other countries, and particularly something about Arizona.

"[color=f7941a]huh? The U.S.?[/color]"

Claire thought about it. On one hand, it would have given CIA the chance to look at the what was left of the race she had wiped out. Maybe it would bring more guilt and force her to truly think about what the consequences were, rather than sleep on it and try to hide. Unfortunately, Claire didn't feel ready to see the survivors. If by chance there were some of her old friends in that community...she didn't really want to know what she herself would do.

...Of course, to her knowledge, Italy was empty, so it didn't seem like there was much other choice.

"[color=f7941a]I guess that could work. Yeah, I've never been to Arizona. It sounds cool. Let's go there.[/color]"

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small part of Claire was looking forward to throwing CIA into some sort of guilt.

...

Somewhere nearby, a figure was sitting on a rock. In front of it was a sort of haze. Through it, the figure watched as three women idled about. It assumed that they were traveler's, and given the fact that most of their clothes lacked signs wear and tear, they must be experienced. Experienced people always had something of value with them.

The figure dispelled the looking-haze, and began walking. It seemed to have found something fun to do.