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The sun room was quiet, with the artificial hush that came from snow blanketing the big windows. The halls upstairs weren't; while it wasn't quite a fight that had broken out up there, it was heading that way. Possibly irrevocably, as what the boy up there had just called the brainwash brigade didn't do negotiation. At all. Even if they liked to chat their victims up first, which sounded like what was going on. Taura slipped to the perimeter of the room right under them, and out of view.
Ringside seat to the discussion, but unless Rita slipped and made noise, the crew above was too busy with their own preliminaries to start a second front.