[hr][hr][center][img]https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/I6mf9Ct4crxUqfPuGcRdA3g-s-RA--eXx7HnRAi9MIA/https/i.imgur.com/ZF1PQyX.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=darkgray]Location:[/color][/b] Atrium -> Galley
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	[color=darkgray]"Shit, that's a shame,"[/color] Cal replied when Manny displayed his sentimental item, which was, to her displeasure, not a pack of cigarettes. She flexed her fingers once again, finally finding contentment in shoving them in her pockets, lightly tracing the edges of the items that filled them. Her glance, which shifted between looking at the people around her and looking into the water where Luke had jumped in, was snatched away by Vinnie when she began her rant. Cal's lips were pursed into a small, uncertain frown as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her own comment on the issue had been a throwaway one, not really caring one way or the other, so she certainly wasn't expecting Vinnie to go off on her. [color=darkgray]"Right then...uh, my bad, I guess?"[/color] she said, though it didn't seem at all genuine, and more like she just wanted to move onto a different topic. Unfortunately for her, that different topic was Luke, being dragged onto shore with the mobility of a lifeless piece of wet meat. She watched with worry as Sophia rushed over to him, trying to revive him. Luckily, it only took a few moments before Luke she managed to do so, which caused Cal to let out a sigh of relief. The relief didn't last, as immediately after he was out of harms way, Zarina began to speak. At first, Cal didn't realize that the words were directed at her. But after a few moments, her mind processed the words and her heart sank. Even as the girl unraveled Cal's supposed history, it did nothing to unclog her memory. But it fit. It fit like a jigsaw piece she didn't want to be part of the puzzle because it turned the whole picture into something horrible. The piercings, the tattoos, the youth, the attitude. None of them fit with a pharmacist. But all of them fit a drug dealer. She was quiet for a few moments, before shaking her head.

	[color=darkgray]"Listen kid, I think you've made a mistake...that didn't spark anything, not a memory, not a feeling, not nothing...someone should get Luke a blanket. I'm gonna get myself a smoke."[/color] With that, she briskly walked passed Zarina and out the room. What she had said had been mostly true. She didn't have any memories about anything that Zarina had said. But what she did have was a pit the size of a boulder resting in her stomach, accompanied by a deep sorrow she couldn't explain. And she didn't want to explain it either. She just wanted to get out of her head. Despite this desire, thoughts, both coherent and incoherent, bounced around her head. When she got into the galley, Raynor was the last one in there, and she made sure to put a decent amount of distance between him and herself. When she got to the dispenser, she began to scroll through it. As she did, she began to speak. [color=darkgray]"The kid's in the atrium. Don't let her get into the water again, yeah? Luke, that fit guy with the American accent, he almost died in there, and he seems like he's got loads more experience than the kid's got. Speakin' of which, I'm sure he'd appreciate if you grabbed him a blanket on your way back."[/color] Her voice was low, but loud enough for the man to hear. As she finished up tapping, two items got dropped out of the machine: A pack of cigarettes and a rather [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504122082729132034/730341789856170024/401084_PT02_1024x1024.jpg]fanciful lighter[/url]. She unceremoniously nabbed the two of them up, bumping out a cigarette and putting it between her lips. As soon as it got there, she knew it wasn't going to be a great smoke, but it would have to do. Lighting the end, she took a deep breath in, inhaling the smoke.