[center][h2]Harriette Moore[/h2][/center]
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After breaking the surface of the water, Harriette gasped and took in as much air as possible to calm her pounding heart. The initial panic drained away once it was clear that there were no pursuers, and she let her eyes drift closed. She quietly listened to the others speaking, sputtering, or just breathing. She was tired. So very tired. Only when she felt the light touch of Spindle's thread did she open her eyes again, taking the line in her hand and holding on. She couldn't quite relax, but she tried her best to anyway and let the river do all of the work.

The group left the prison behind them, and just when it seemed like they would float out into a hostile sea the policewoman pulled them down a bend in the river. They were being pulled into what seemed to a large hotel of some sort. To Harriette it looked just as menacing as anything else they'd seen so far, and the only reason she didn't think they were being lured into some trap was because Spindle could have just left them all to die in the prison a long time ago if that's what she wanted.

Once inside, Harriette laid in the pool for a little while longer until she couldn't justify it any longer. With a shallow puff of breath she lifted herself out of the water and made a beeline for the coffee. She listened to their savior speak while fixing herself a cup. When one of the people came over to the coffee maker she traded places with him, getting a little closer to Spindle.

"I was wondering that too. When you said Persona, and Warlords, what exactly do you mean?" Harriette had been missing from the crash course Spindle had given the boys, but it's something that must apply to her given her outfit change. It was easy enough to connect the wardrobe swap to whatever was going on, and only a few in their group had it. "Is it... that figure that spoke to me? It ended up saving us underground."

The young man that had gone for the coffee introduced himself then, and Harriette looked over her shoulder at him with surprise on her face. That was right, so many names she didn't know. Now was as good a time as ever for introductions. "Oh. My name is Harriette. Although I wish we all could have met under different circumstances..."