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From here. Outside F3]Because she needed to get to Orihime and Shiki's room before either of them left, Ururu had practically run the short distance down the halls. Normally she might not, since she knew better than to run inside. Tessai-san didn't like it when Jinta-kun did that at the shop especially, since something usually ended up broken
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She didn't go far, just down the hall. She stood outside F6, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall and waited for the guy to show up. Why'd they have to move her room again anyway?
Sakura gave a sigh, glancing around as she waited, making sure the shadows jumping in the darkness really were just other patients and not potential threats.
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There was a pink-haired young lady standing outside of F6. Perhaps she was Haruno Sakura, though it was difficult to tell. Her name had sounded Japanese, but she didn't look at all Japanese to his (admittedly inexperienced) eye.
Javert approached, keeping his flashlight slightly averted. He bowed slightly from the waist, one eyebrow quirking upward. "Mlle. Haruno, I presume?"
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"Sakura is fine," she told him, offering a slight smile as she nodded in return. "They changed my room, so I thought I'd wait here. You have the samples?"
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Javert produced the bin of needles from his greatcoat pocket, extricating one carefully and presenting it to her sideways. "As I said on the bulletin board, this was used on one of the patients who was taken for experimentation last night. I suppose I needn't tell you to be careful with it." A half-smile. "Feel free to contact me at any time if you discover what it is."
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"It might take me a couple of days," she said honestly, unable to tell much about the needle in the dim lighting, but looking it over all the same. If she had access to a full lab, it would only take an hour or two, but she'd just have to do the best she could. "But I'll be sure to let you know what I find."
She pulled a strip of fabric from the pillowcase tied at her waist and wrapped up the needle in the scrap. "If there's nothing else, I should probably go. It was nice meeting you."
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He tucked the bin back into his greatcoat pocket, nodding and bowing slightly again. "As should I. Good evening, mademoiselle."
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