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Vera's legs grew weak as she heard the guards calling for back-up. She slowed to barely a jog, trying to think of a way out of this. The likelihood of her pepper-spraying her way through security was... slim. A patsy, then? Pay someone to run through security and distract them?

Ugh, no, the area was practically deserted and they were looking for someone with pink hair! Curse her uniqueness! 

She could see security closing in on her now. Looking back, she saw Galbrek himself closing in. And there was more security that way too. She was hemmed in. Welp.

Vera sighed. She was in the right here, but she had a feeling Galbrek would get his way long before she could get security to figure that out. So, being in the right, she took the last thing afforded to her.

[color=magenta]"I give up."[/color] She raised her hands over her head. She then took a step backwards as Galbrek got close, spun around, extended her baton, and aimed to crack him across the face. 

She was nothing if not petty, a mild comfort as security finally grabbed her and pulled her hands behind her back...