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X slips inside from the lake area, pulling on a pair of black fingerless gloves. Her other set is in the wash; the blood eventually makes the fabric stiff enough to be uncomfortable

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Joris is really an easy figure to spot.

(One of these days, someone will just have to ask him why demon hunters wear white in his world. There is a reason! And it is not so the hunters make easier targets.)

He has also just gotten some dinner from the bar, and is glancing about to find a place to sit and eat.

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X watches him, and if he looks at her, she will nod.

There is room at her table.

"Hello."

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He is looking-

So it does not take Joris too long before he does make his way over to X's table. "Hey, Laura." Quietly, as he sets his food on the table and sits down.

"Are you doing alright?"

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X offers a one-shouldered shrug.

"No one is dead."

Beat.

"It is okay."