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[greatlightother]

[Sveta’s smoking a cigarette on deck. Mostly out of habit, rather than necessity. She’s utterly calm and deadpan when she speaks- something that anyone who knows her might see as very, very out of character.]Petronilla is gone. Her room has returned to barge normal. She gave no warning and I didn’t actually see her in the port, so I’m not certain

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[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

I wasn't planning on it.

[...Oh hell, something's not right.] You doing okay?

[Private]

[greatlightother]

Yes, of course.

Are you asking because of Petronilla?

[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

I'm asking because you're not acting like yourself. [It's his job to observe. Sorry Sveta. :\]

[Private]

[greatlightother]

Because I'm not afraid of you?

[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

Because you seem numb.

[Private]

[greatlightother]

Is that so wrong?

[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

You should join the Agency. [Taste the sarcasm.]

[Private]

[greatlightother]

I'm already a part of an agency. But I don't think that you mean them.

[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

My Agency. It was a joke. Never mind. What happened to you?

[Private]

[greatlightother]

Ah. Nothing happened.

[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

[Dryly:] Yeah, I buy that.

[Private]

[greatlightother]

Fortunately, you don't have to. And I don't care either way.

[Private]

[fuckyoucynthia]

I guess not. [He will just leave it there then, because what do with you, Sveta. What do.]