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Another, much more level-headed guy piped up, pointing out that the conference hall was their best bet. Mara snorted. [color=ffec42]"That figures."[/color] With another glance around, she lowered her tone. [color=ffec42]"Let's hope we're not dealing with a bunch of snobs with more money than sense."[/color] She wasn't doing a whole lot for the mood, but they couldn't hope for too much. That said, any support was better than none, even if said support figures would probably look down their noses at them.

[color=ffec42]"I'll be over in a moment,"[/color] she said as the softspoken guy shifted his position. [color=ffec42]"Just gotta take some electrical safety measures."[/color] Pulling at her gloves again, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, but the lingering smell of smoke and citrus didn't help matters. Instead, it brought back memories of that day, and a pang of guilt along with them. The property damage her parents were dealing with wouldn't be quick, cheap or easy to fix. And if the fire had been worse, if everyone hadn't gotten out in time... It didn't bear thinking about.

Ok, she couldn't exactly blame the BioTech staff for keeping their distance.

Shuddering, she edged away from the charred grass. Just as she did, a sudden sharp whistle sounded right behind her. She jumped and whirled round. Sparks crackled, all the more erratic from the water, as another arc shot from her forearm and struck the guy who'd whistled. [color=ffec42]"Fuck!"[/color] Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening at the burn mark on his arm. [color=ffec42]"Oh god I'm sorry, are you ok?"[/color]

So much for electrical safety measures.