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[sub][color=9ed7db]Interacting: Patricia [@canaryrose], Malady [@Hitman] || Other Mission-mates: [@KaijuBaragon][@Danvers][@Infinite Cosmos][@Hitman][/color][/sub][/center]
Angelica did her best to not be unsettled by the new girl in the room, breathing a small sigh of relief as Martino seemed overcome by illness. That was an [i]incredibly[/i] unsettling power, however; she couldn’t even think of letting her guard down around this new girl. Still, the grateful smile she offered was real enough as they were paraded into the meeting room.

[color=9ed7eb]“Something like that,”[/color] she murmured back to Kat. Not technically a lie… heronappers, [i]or something[/i]. Her eyes flitted around as they walked, taking note of the meticulously guarded exits. No way in, and no way out… This Gugliano man did [i]not[/i] screw around.

Glancing around, her eyes locked onto Will a second before Patricia’s did, but she was marginally better at masking her expression, her jaw clenching so hard her teeth squeaked. Her eyes were wide; she lifted her eyebrows and set her lips into a smirk as though she was somewhat impressed, though her heart pounded. She let Patricia take her to a seat, letting out a nervous-masked-as-flirtatious laugh as she made eyes at someone standing across the room while her thoughts raced.

Still blushing at the tough, stupid-looking man she’d singled out, she leaned in in turn. [color=9ed7db]“I – not text, it’s not secure. We’ve got to get her to not blow our cover. Fuck. I’ll – I’ll think of something.”[/color] She leaned back, readjusting her shawl around her shoulders and examining her fingernails absently, trying to gather up her thoughts. Brie needed a warning of some sort. A coded text? Privately, she doubted that the other woman would understand even the most obvious of cryptic messages – Brianna was known for her stubbornness, not her wit. [color=9ed7db]“We’ve just got to get to them and warn her before they get in here and see him, is all. That’s what it’ll have to be. We can’t risk a miscommunication.”[/color] She bit her lip as she glanced at a different goon, still trying to seem flirtatious and airheaded.
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[sub][color=c3bbc9]Interacting: Starbright! [@Jumbus][/color][/sub][/center]
All the tension went out of her shoulders as Starbright brushed off her concerns about legal stuff. Thank [i]god[/i]. She tucked her bangs behind her ear, visibly flinching as he likened her violin to a viola. But she pushed the concern aside, flashing a nervous smile at him – it certainly looked like a viola proportionately to the rest of her frame, so it was an obvious mistake to make. He [i]had[/i] to know what he was talking about to be as famous as he was, right?

[color=c3bbc9]“I – yes, I’m a hero here,”[/color] she mumbled, staring at the ground and oblivious to how at ease the star hero was. [color=c3bbc9]“Murmur is my field name. Not that you’d have – heard of me. I’m only a C minus, so – I don’t get to do a lot of the fun things.”[/color] She giggled nervously, peering at him uncertainly. [color=c3bbc9]“Obviously you’re a hero here, too – I mean, yes, obviously! I – why?”[/color] She cleared her throat nervously, flickering around the edges as she glanced to Starbright. [color=c3bbc9]“I mean, sorry, why’d you – want to know who I am? Don’tgetmewrong it’s hugely – it’s a huge honor! I just – I’m not your usual musician by - by any means. I can’t dance. Or be on stage.”[/color]