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Mali rubbed her eyes as she left the taxicab. She'd been up since the wee hours of the morning, and it was starting to get to her. If something didn't rouse her soon, she wouldn't be surprised if she started to nod off within the next couple of hours.

That thing was a goat. What the hell was a goat doing in California? Mali had never seen a goat (or any kind of livestock for that matter) in person, and for one to just casually show up and ram Relic to the ground struck her as the oddest thing to happen all day. Long running conspiracy controlling the construction of the city she was currently living in? Not surprising considering the evidence they had to deal with. Drive by shooting killing like a dozen people? Well they were in the hood. Crazy assassin coming for a crazy mental patient? ...Alright, that was pretty weird, but a goat living just outside a major city in California. So distracted by the goat was she, that Mali almost missed the introduction. Half a second passed before her eyes widened in recognition of what was going on.

[color=D5FF00]"Oh, sorry,"[/color] Mali smiled sheepishly and shook Zoie's hand firmly. [color=D5FF00]"I've just never seen a goat before."[/color] Her eyes flitted back to the goat, hoping that Juniper wasn't thinking of charging her as well. The last way she wanted to spend the evening was dodging goat attacks.