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(OOM: arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths)Claudia is a little surprised she's not dead right now, considering she screwed up so epically. On the other hand, she's not at all surprised that, on the heels of the chewing-out she knew was coming (and will freely admit she deserves, in this case), Artie all but dragged her to Milliways

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Artie's got his black bag in one hand and his Tesla in the other, just in case.

"Why did you not tell me this, she could have been here for weeks for all we know--"

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"Dude, I told you as soon as I realised it might've happened."
Because, really, if she'd thought of it any earlier, she would have said something! It's not like she wants Crazypants Alice on the loose any more than anyone else does.
(Alice herself doesn't count.)

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"Let me rephrase. Why did you not tell me you brought someone from Milliways into the Warehouse? For that matter, why did you let someone from Milliways into the Warehouse to begin with??"

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Claudia sighs. "Because it was closer than your office and I didn't want the autovac to destroy God-knows-what while I was trying to get some help and yeah, it seems like a really stupid idea now, so can you back off a little bit?"
Not that she's expecting him to, given the Epic Fail in question. But it's worth a shot, right?

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Artie grumbles something unintelligible under his breath and scans the crowd. No one resembling Annabelle Newfield is immediately visible.

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"Well. If we want to dare to be hopeful... there are some damn observant people here, and she didn't have as much observation time as with Myka."
Claudia is very pointedly Not Looking At The Door. Or thinking about how easy it would've been for someone to slip Alice out said door. Nope, not at all.