*Jillian smile never leaves, and she nods.*
Jillian: I know it must sound silly, I cry pardon.
*Her smile cracks for a moment at Zeta's last comment, but she manages to bring it back quickly.*
Jillian: I truly hope I do.

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*Laura doesn't avoid the sudden attack, yet her old flesh seems to yield against the blade, though John is set free.*
Laura: Impressive girl, but I recommend calming down... I am here to speak, nothing more.
*John grins, and laughs.*
John: It is you, you salty bitch! How'd you survive the- 
*Nia seizes John's mouth, and looks incredibly enraged.*
Nia: Let's not talk about classified missions!