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Zara huffed perturbed from her diaphragm. It didn't seem like she was going to get paid for any of this given no suitable answers were made for all the questions posed. If she wasn't going to get paid for a missed contract, she hoped for some invigorating action elsewhere; this was a task of mythic proportions, so the thought of shooting a few demons made up for the poverty of her pockets. Her green eyes shifted around to all eight of her new co-stars, and after a moment's pause, she spoke up:

[color=lightblue]"Well, whose head I gotta shoot first to get some clean answers 'round here?"[/color]