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Erin's downstairs at the moment, slouched comfortably in a corner booth.
It's her lunch hour, apparently. Or it was.
But she's finished eating, and the waitrats have cleaned up the table, so it's back to work.
It doesn't take long to pin the Security badge to her shoulder, and she sits a little straighter in the booth, tapping on the binding of her notebook with a pen.
It's her lunch hour, apparently. Or it was.
But she's finished eating, and the waitrats have cleaned up the table, so it's back to work.
It doesn't take long to pin the Security badge to her shoulder, and she sits a little straighter in the booth, tapping on the binding of her notebook with a pen.