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[color=darkgray]"You'd think that creepy space robots would come up with something more secure than 'lets flip the screws,' wouldn't ya?"[/color] Cal mused, a snort audible after her words. She neglected to mention that it had, in fact, fooled her well enough that she immediately decided explosives were the next best option. Upon hearing her name, her head turned quickly towards Vinnie, eyebrows scrunching together as the girl gave a swift, almost nonsensical rant on where they might've known each other from. Despite the fact that trying to make sense of Vinnie's rants felt like going on a roller coaster while on acid, Cal did her best to do just that. If the girl remembered her, anything that came out of her mouth could help her figure out exactly who she was. But as Vinnie spoke, and Cal searched her mind, she couldn't come up with anything having to do with any sort of musical shenanigans at any fast food establishment.

[color=darkgray]"I mean, it's entirely possible, I guess, but I don't remember-"[/color] she began to say, before something smashed its way into the front of her mind. It was Vinnie's full name: [i]Lavinia Grace[/i]. Why did it sound so familiar? No, that wasn't right. It didn't sound familiar. Hearing hadn't sparked anything when Vinnie first introduced herself. But when Cal imagined the words written in her head, [i]that[/i] was familiar. Written in black, surrounded by white, surrounded by orange. Round in hand, a familiar round. Why was it familiar? The feeling of her forefinger rubbing the ridges of a safety cap. A pill bottle! The image became clear in her head: a pill bottle, with Lavinia Grace written on it. A prescription for Adderall. [color=darkgray]"Lavinia...Adderall! You've got ADHD! That..."[/color] she began, and was about to comment on how much that revelation explained about Vinnie's personality, but she pulled herself back, for fear of insulting the girl. [color=darkgray]"That is quite the discovery! I think I'm your pharmacist, mate!"[/color] The memory of holding the pill bottle in hand seemed to solidify the idea that she was a pharmacist, raising her certainty to slightly above fifty percent. She was so enveloped in the idea of finding hints on her past life, that she didn't notice Zarina had left until only her feet were sticking out of the vent. Much to her annoyance, she could feel that protective feeling rise back up to the surface. She didn't much care for that feeling. Glancing over at Raynor, she watched as he tried to communicate with Zari without turning the device on.

[color=darkgray]"Oi, once you figure out how to turn that fuckin' thing on, tell the girl to get her scrawny arse out here so we can come up with a better plan than 'let the kid go through a vent half-full of water so she can pop out God knows where and probably get herself killed,' yeah?![/color] she spat, amplifying her rudeness in attempt to cover up her attempt at altruism.