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Mali strolled over towards Relic's table and took a seat, crossing her legs before talking to him. She leaned forward, resting her elbows directly onto the table. Her body language signaled that she was wound up, but there didn't seem to be any of the hot emotions present: fear, anger, excitement or the like. 

[color=D5FF00]"I could be better,"[/color] Mali said, gesturing at her left hand encased in plaster. Her voice came out casually and she spoke without much gravitas despite the topic she was about to broach. [color=D5FF00]"Got jumped again on Wednesday, this one didn't go so well for me. Ironically, I ended up hurting myself the most. I swung wildly and it didn't end up so well for my hand. I've got a couple Boxer's fractures in my knuckles and a simple fracture in my ring finger's metacarpus. So as far as lifting goes, I'm out of commission for the next 8 to 12 weeks. I can do cardio, legs and maybe back, but I'll probably have to work my ass off to recover once my hand's all healed up."[/color] Mali's expression darkened as she went on to speak further.

[color=D5FF00]"I know there's a reason you wanted to meet,"[/color] she asserted, her voice lowering many decibels,[color=D5FF00]"and the details of my health certainly isn't it. There are things I want to tell you while I can, but this probably isn't a good place to bring it up. So let's get to business or move to a better spot."[/color]