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[aprimemover]

[The Rowan's voice is tired, and haunted.]

I can hear her. The girl. Jennifer.

She's panicked, traumatized. From living through a war...an old one.

[Jennifer's terror from the bomb shelter is too close to the Rowan's own childhood trauma for her to be objective about it, even though with her blocked memories, she can't quite put her finger on

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Could always knock you on the head.

[aprimemover]

[What the hell?]

Yes, because head trauma will improve my telepathic ability markedly.

[Zero to bitch in 3.2 seconds, but Ironhide did start it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snorts.]

Just saying you could. It's an option.

[aprimemover]

Do you always make such helpful suggestions, or am I simply lucky?

[The Rowan falls into biting sarcasm quite easily.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You are lucky. Today I am in a most helpful mood.

[aprimemover]

[Despite herself, the Rowan gives a bark of laughter. She prefers it when people give as good as they get.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Been a long day. My suggestions lose their... finesse when that happens.

[aprimemover]

You're not the only one who's had a long day, pal.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Never said I was.

[aprimemover]

[Ugh, this guy is like Earth Prime without the charm.]

So maybe you should find someone else to hit on the head.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Maybe I should go find the female.

[aprimemover]

The...female?

[People here are weird.]

Jennifer?

Don't. You'll be killed.

[The Rowan doesn't want anyone to die, no matter how much of a jerkface they may be.]