[centre][h2][color=dodgerblue]Cameron[/color][/h2][/centre]
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Well, that was interesting. Before Cam could reply, someone else jumped in - the “not dying” thing was enough to get a raised eyebrow from her, but it was good to see how the guy responded. Get some idea who they were dealing with. She was glad to have ‘fun’ cleared up; there were a hell of a lot of things he could’ve been suggesting, and most of them weren’t up her alley.

He hadn’t given a name, but she didn’t bother to pry. Weren’t many things she wouldn’t tolerate for a chance to get her powers back properly, and if her suspicions were right - because who other than the rebels would be trying to recruit for this kinda thing, really - that was what this was. Worst case scenario, she’d pick another look and be outta there. Good thing about having a regular look; people got used to it. Ditch it, and disappearing was even easier.

Not that she couldn’t pull off the “dedicated rebel” schtick for a while if it helped smooth things along. Down with the Peacekeepers, yadda yadda, so a few salutes. Simple.

But for now, disruption, troublemaking, and the possibility of a chip removal suited her fine. Smiling dangerously, she looked to him, and then to the girl. Jenny. Anything seemed risky, it’d be good to have someone there that could take the fall.

[color=dodgerblue]“And what’re we getting from this? Nothing against Monopoly, but if there’s compensation, we can talk.”[/color] Cam stretched, reaching up to rub at the back of her neck - the hint clear enough. [color=dodgerblue]“Never been much for tattoos, though. They kinda mess with my whole deal.”[/color]