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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside Jack's Office
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception[/center][hr][hr]
	When Waverley's mind shifted back from the semi-meditative daze that allowed her to surf the airwaves more effectively, it took a second to adjust to the physical world. But as she did, like someone running backwards into a sword, she felt a sharp pain pierce her brain. It caused a surprised gasp to slip between her teeth as she slumped down to her knees. After squeezing shut for a second, her eyes flickered about, trying to see any obvious foes that might be the culprit. When she saw none, her eyes landed back on Jack. At first, it was simply because he was right in front of her, and her eyes needed somewhere to go. But as she gazed up at his face, her eyebrows pulled together. 

	Something was off. She wasn't sure if it was the way his surprised expression took over his face just a second earlier than the others, or perhaps the way his mouth hung just a little too open in shock. Perhaps it was an amalgam of barely noticeable tells and twitches that cultivated in her mind as a general feeling of suspicion. His surprise was fake, that's all she knew. Somehow, she wasn't sure how, but somehow he knew the cause of the pulsing pain rippling through her brain. Her mind was so clouded by both pain and wariness that she didn't register Spark Plug's question until it was punctuated by Veil scooping her up off the ground.

	[color=purple]"Huh?...Oh, I'm...I'm fine,"[/color] she mumbled, though the words sounded far away as they passed her lips. She was a motionless lump as Veil held her, slumping like an old rope bridge between her arms. The only movement her body made by itself was in her arm, reaching up and grabbing onto Veil's shoulder. Or, at least, she'd tried to grab Veil's shoulder, but instead her fingers got tangled up mostly in her unkempt hair. It helped; gripping onto something, anything, helped keep her mind off the pain a little, and she kept it there even as Veil buckled her in. Her head at first rested back against the headrest, her eyes clenched shut, her face painted with an agonized expression. But after she heard Veil tell Jack to sit shotgun, her eyes flicked open. She flopped to the side, leaning against Veil, and she began to lightly tug Veil's hair downward, trying to pull her head closer so she could talk quietly to her without having to worry about being overheard. [color=purple]"V-Veil, th-there's still something wrong with Jack. Y-you have to keep an eye on him. He's...he's hiding something, I just know it,"[/color] she whispered, her voice raspy, scared.