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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With: [/u][/b]Mamba [@Scarifar], & J.J. [@Lmpkio], The Sight[@Vulkan] [/center]

The pest had decided to speak again but this time seemingly made an attempt at being nice. Yet his compliments made her feel like cringing, but it was better then how he had begun the conversation originally. She decided she would stop with the nickname for now, however if he started acting up again or if she was bored and needed some entertainment then she would bring it back up. It seemed to slightly make him mad which meant she could get under his skin if he decided to pull the high and might act again which made her smirk slightly.

[color=orange]"No idea on the food situation,"[/color] she quickly stated to his question [color=orange]",Cafeteria probably somewhere."[/color] Her wouldn't admit to the one person who had gone from a thorn to a less annoying thorn that food did slightly sound good. Beside her one attempt at biting one of the guard's fingers off who brought her there, she hadn't had anything to eat in awhile. Of course she much preferred the conversation but food at some point would be nice.