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Mali sat there, eating in silence, when suddenly he started giving her a bunch of directions. Shit, if you're going to do something like this, give some warning so the person on the other side can get some paper and something to write with first. Goddammit. She tried sticking the most important bits of info in her head in a way that could be more easily memorized. [i]2453-1-4535-4-Top Floor-History.[/i] She quickly came up with a little tune for the sequence to carry and started singing the sequence to herself as she ran around the apartment to get all the usual stuff she had when going out (wallet, Pocket Sand, other stuff that's on the CS). She had heard that singing a phrase helped you memorize it a lot better than trying to commit it without music, and being the Music Major that she was, she decided to believe it, even if it was all a placebo. Given adequate time and prep, her memory usually wasn't an issue, but that wasn't the situation she found herself in.

Mali had almost left the apartment when she realized that she hadn't finished eating. She stood there hand on the door debating on whether to take it or not. Her stomach won out and she darted across the room to grab the grub before leaving in earnest. Even after leaving the apartment, she kept running the song-sequence through her head mentally so that she wouldn't fuck it up, because if she did, who knows where the hell in Justice she'd end up.