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	Morie couldn't help but smile as she watched Beverly's genuine curiosity take hold of her, bringing something up that Morie herself hadn't considered much--that maybe she didn't have to mimic a wound she healed. It was something she had never tried since she had always just assumed the copying was the way the ability worked. Considering the other aspects of her power, it was a fair idea. 
	[color=fadadd]"Hm... something to look into..."[/color] she said with a small nod. Her smile grew, both a quiet attempt to soothe any of Bev's worries, and also because of her continued apparent fascination with the idea of having a bionic arm.
	Morie's smile faded as she turned and blinked at Overclock's questions, taken by surprise mostly by the concerned tone. That was... nice--though as she processed the questions, she knew he wouldn't like the answers. As she thought about how to word her reply, the director came in for something of a save, earning him a silent, internal 'thank you' that would never reach him. Morie glanced around, wondering how many others had heard what she had said, and she met eyes with Aaliyah for a moment--more concern directed Morie's way clear in her expression. 
	She was making people worry. While it was kind of a nice feeling--this was already more concern than she had received in her last two parahuman groups--she definitely didn't want them stressing over details like this. She considered lying, or maybe bending the truth. Make it sound less... bad? They'd find out how it functioned eventually though, so there was no long-term benefit from that dishonesty. Bev's defense helped, though.
	The pain... well, it was what it was. Morie felt like she had experienced it all at this point already--that didn't necessarily make it [i]not there[/i], but she assumed it was easier for her to deal with than it was for anyone she healed. And, more importantly, she always had the option to just ditch the body to get away from it, only experiencing some phantom pain for a short time after. The bottom line was that the actual damage of an injury was essentially irrelevant to her. It would be senseless for her to not use her ability to heal someone because she was afraid of some momentary pain. The concerns were kind and understandable, but Morie would never agree with them.
	That was... a lot of thoughts to try to put into words, though.
	The girl glanced between Overclock and Aaliyah with a faint and apologetic smile, giving them a slow, small shrug.
	
	Seated next to the younger girl now, she responded far better than Morie was anticipating. The older girl lit up a bit, accepting her handshake. [color=fadadd]"Nice to m-meet you too, Carmen,"[/color] she said, wincing ever-so-slightly at her failure to keep herself from stuttering. Not that Morie felt she should be particularly concerned with how she came off to the young girl, but... it still felt kind of embarrassing and uncool. She scratched her nose for a moment in an attempt to hide the mild onset of timidness in her smile, thankful she had gotten Bev to come over as well.
	Overclock spoke again, going into his own introduction, winning Morie's attention due to their earlier brief interaction. Seemed like he was another one who had little issues speaking out, giving quite a bit of info on himself. [i]Sean[/i]--the person behind the Overclock name. And she noticed him throw a smile in Carmen's direction. Mhm, he seemed nice.
	A cellphone rang, quickly revealed to be the director's. Morie paid little mind at first, more focused on thinking about what she could or should say to Carmen, but her attention was quickly taken again thanks to the director's tone. The words he spoke just before hanging up got a bit of adrenaline to start going through Morie's body--[color=fff79a]"...I'll see to it that our Guardians are alerted, and that The Wards...Get prepared."[/color]
	Morie perked up further as he called Fashionista--Rachel, who she had been living under the care of since she had arrived in Redline. The train of thought was [i]almost[/i] enough to distract her from the rather frantic conversation the two were having. It sounded... concerning, to say the least.
	Carmen stood, voicing her worry and giving a quick introduction and show of her ability.
	Impressed by both the ability and how she had introduced herself even more confidently than Morie had herself, she found herself smiling. She gave Carmen a soft, approving bump on her shoulder as the girl sat back down. [color=fadadd]"Super cool,"[/color] she said to her quietly.
	Morie's thoughts turned back to the director's calls, her hand stuffing back into her pocket. From the half of the conversations they had heard, it didn't sound like combat, like Carmen suspected. Like everyone else, Morie was curious to know what it really was.
	The girl stood from her seat in an effort to burn some of the adrenaline-fueled energy she felt. She eyed the director seriously as Caiden urged him to tell them what was happening, a much simpler [color=fadadd]"Mm,"[/color] coming from her to echo Caiden's sentiment.