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It occurred to Jamie while Blake was kicking in the door that she could easily break it down and save Blake all the trouble of actually using his legs to do it. But, he looked like he was having fun, so she might as well let the guy do what made him happy. He had this little self-assured smile on his face like he actually enjoyed kicking in doors. Why ruin that? And she didn't really want to use too much of her power at this point, either. Jamie had flexed her fingers a little while they were walking through the halls. Upon doing this, she had found that they were hurting a little more than usual, which was generally not a good thing. Especially for someone who accumulated broken bones like a toddler collected scrapes.  Which was definitely a very [i]Jamie[/i] thing to do.

Jamie peeked her head in the doorway after Blake made a show of his flames, only stepping in once she realized that the room was clear of enemies. She followed Blake over to the Leftover cages and squatted down, starting to look at what she could. Not much was left in the cages after Blake had taken the note, it seemed. Which was fine. Jamie could not read Italian. She thought of petting one of the MWEs, which seemed like a thrilling idea. She stuck her fingers in one of the cages, touching a head. But she promptly took that finger right back when the MWE snapped at it.

She gave the dog a mock-stern look. [color=Goldenrod]"Bad, bad dog,"[/color] Jamie scolded. She waggled her finger at the dog, who just kept growling. 

After this failure of an interaction, Jamie turned from the cages to watch Rumi go about his work. It didn't take long for him to finish up, it seemed. He was done with his furious computer hacking and Italian-translating after only a minute or two. [color=Goldenrod][i]Ooh, cool. I bet he's read, like, 500 books,[/i][/color] Jamie thought to herself. 500 books was a lot, right? More than she had read. Probably more than Blake had read, too.

She gave Rumi a thumbs-up and an enthusiastic grin. [color=Goldenrod]"Great job on the computer stuff, dude! Let's go."[/color] Jamie moved towards the slightly scorched door, beckoning for Blake and Rumi to follow. [color=Goldenrod]"I can totally drive again if you want. We got here pretty fast if I don't say so myself."[/color]

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