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Once the meeting had officially commenced, Genevieve continued sipping on her drink as she eyed some other attendees she wasn't all that familiar with. Not that her observations would be exceedingly helpful given the fact that these people were at the very least, concealing some part of their appearance.... but she had to keep busy. The image of that horrible night kept tugging at her sanity, yet her poker face never faltered despite the turmoil going on within the confines of her mind. Genevieve had previously made a decision regarding her lack of active participation in the meeting and instead, she would let others do the talking. She knew she wouldn't have anything of use to contribute, and she preferred not to attract any type of attention, whether positive or negative. For the most part, she was a stranger to them and they were strangers to her. 

Genevieve then glimpsed over at Sparce from across the table as he started speaking, listening to his words for a moment before her mind drifted elsewhere. However, after a minute or so, Genevieve was brought back to reality when someone else chimed in. Despite previously making up her mind to refrain from speaking up, Genevieve felt compelled to do so.

"If anyone is in fact against it, there's no need to fault them," she shrugged, "everyone will be better off without."

She spoke the truth, nothing more and nothing less.