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Zoey was loitering around in the lobby area, reading a murder-mystery novel on one of the large couches. She seemed to be boredly thumbing through it, the well-worn cover held together by thick, clear tape. She set it on a side table and stretch, sighing. Her illusion was down, allowing herself to be viewed in her full, altered state. Her ears flicked as she heard Travis coming down the stairs. Well, smelled him first really. The disheveled state Travis had been keeping himself in the last week or so made him easily identifiable.

She briefly considered throwing up her illusion again, but shrugged the thought off. At worst, she could explain it away as a trial cosplay spell. At best, he wouldn't care. She sat up and looked his way, "'And so, the scientist emerged from his lab for the first time in weeks, his lab coat in shambles and his glasses a mess. But he'd done it: he'd finally found the missing piece of the puzzle.' An interesting quote to stop on as you come down the stairs, eh? How goes things?"