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Mali wasn't sure why Marc would be relieved that she was still well. She'd said all of five sentences to him over the course of two days. She'd understand if he'd said that to Zoie or Relic, as they seemed to have plenty of history, but her? Maybe he was just too used to people he met dying almost immediately. It would make some sense, he was an FBI Agent (assuming she was recalling correctly) after all.

Mali kept her eyes on him as he checked through his phone. Well not just on him, but also her breakfast, and out the window, and at Relic. Really she was just trying to keep herself from staring as Zoie. Any time she let her guard down, she would find her eyes begin to drift in her direction. The worst part was that Mali wasn't even sure she liked Zoie beyond surface level physical attraction, but those conversations last night made her really self-conscious about it.

[color=D5FF00]"Depends on what you mean,"[/color] Mali said between spoonfuls of yogurt. [color=D5FF00]"I'm fairly certain that anything I've learned these past few weeks is just me getting up to speed with what everyone else here knows. All I've really contributed to the discussion is conjecture."

"...I did learn that I didn't have awful taste in literature as a teenager."[/color]