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[color=red][h3]Kaia Iona[/h3][/color]

"[color=red]Uh, yeah, no shit Sherlock. That's why I asked [i]you[/i].[/color]"

Kaia, with a smooth motion that brought her hand on her hip and sightless eyes rolling around in their sockets, gave a small snort of annoyance mixed with a fair amount of personal amusement (at Jason's expense, naturally). Someone must've woken up on the complete wrong side of the bed, what with that [i]inspired[/i] inflection of his. That, or he was just chronically dull. The symptoms were surprisingly common among the managers Angel and her had worked under in previous towns.

Oh yeah.

With her free hand, Kaia extracted the partly-crumpled note from her shirt with a flourish.

"[color=red]Think you could read this for me, then?[/color]" She asked, before adding helpfully, "[color=red]The side with the words written on it.[/color]"