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[center][u][color=c4df9b]Lauren C. Watson[/color][/u][/center]

Lauren nervously ran her fingers through her brown hair and down her face. Sitting at the cafeteria table, her knee was bouncing up and down as she tapped her heel against the tiled floor. The mechanical engineer was clearly very tense. She wanted to grieve over the loss of Jerry, but it was clear from te atmosphere of the entire base that there wasn't time. Not yet, anyway. For Jerry was evidently murdered. [color=c4df9b]"God help us..."[/color] 

The brunette whispered under her breath. Gripped in her right hand was a steaming cup instant-coffee, and when the video ended she dropped her gaze and made eye contact with herself in it's dark, murky reflection. The woman staring back at her from her coffee was, apparently, the only person she could trust. 

Lauren had seen the body during the commotion, and she couldn't get the sight of Jerry like that out of her head.

Looking up from her coffee, she listened fully to what Reno was saying, and the normally innocuous question had a weighty, terrible implication. She grimaced and looked away, and her gaze fell onto Niels. Trying to break the almost immediate tension in the conversation, she tried to say something positive. What came out was a feeble, desperate, evidencelss claim of Niels' innocence. Somehow, saying Niels wasn't a murderer meant April must be good, too. 

[color=c4df9b]"Niels was...I saw you yesterday evening, right Niels? We talked for a little bit. You went into your room to bed down for the night. You weren't..." [/color]The murderer. That's what Lauren stopped herself from saying. Because that still was impossible. Despite all the evidence, it seemed impossible that they were in this situation.