[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Grimaldi Books
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Zoie seemed pretty comfortable, so she wasn't going to try concealing things too much. This was a safe spot. Probably.

	[color=D5FF00]"We actually used to live in the same building,"[/color] Mali explained as she toweled off her hands. (It was actually a small relief to see actual paper towels here. With a restroom as fancy as this, in this day and age, she wouldn't have been the least bit surprised to see one of those air dryers that didn't actually dry the hands in the slightest) [color=D5FF00]"Well I guess we still do, technically. Don't know if he moved out since. But we hadn't formally met until just now. He offered to buy lunch, but time didn't allow for much more than that. I gave him my number, so he'll probably call within the next day or two if he remembers."

	"If I had to guess what he was doing here, he's probably following some lead regarding Alicia's death. They were real close, and that man takes family seriously."[/color] With that, Mali opened the door and held it open for Zoie, thereby ending her two cents on that particular part of the topic until they were back in the relative security of the truck, although there was a tangent she did transition into for less secure, more casual spaces.

	[color=D5FF00]"He did ask if we knew of any good places to eat in the area. I didn't, and wasn't sure if you did either. Where [i]is[/i] a good place around here to grab a bite? I could use some actual food."[/color] The airplane food was higher quality than expected, but it just wasn't enough, especially with how little she'd had the day before.