[center][h3][b][color=turquoise]Genevieve Marceaux - Strip Mall[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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Genevieve's jaw tightened. She had nothing to hide, but she preferred to remain off the spotlight. Advertising her abilities was something she refrained from doing, and for a good reason. 

[i]I'd better come clean. They know I'm uninjured.[/I]

And just like that, she became easily conflicted. It could have been due to the simple fact that she was outgunned and outnumbered, but the more she thought about it, the easier it was for her to reach a decision, which wasn't like her. She was the pensive type, always carefully considering all her options. 

"I used my abilities on her," Genevieve finally blurted out, for some odd reason feeling like a large weight had been taken off her shoulders, "That woman now has whatever injury she inflicted upon me, so she may live, or she may not...it's not really my concern given that she came after me without any good reason. I didn't provoke her nor have I seen her before in my life for that matter. But yes, I did kick her to make sure she didn't come after me, can you really blame me given my position?"

Genevieve shrugged off her jacket and held it out in front of her to gauge the damage before putting it back on. She then approached the masked man, that same small thought from before nagging at her.

"But why are you so concerned about her? Did you have anything to do with this?"

It may have gone undetected to the naked eye, but Genevieve's stance changed just the slightest.