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[another_phace]

Stephanie ran in, lip bleeding, hair tussled, and one eye rapidly darkening and swelling. Her blouse was torn but still in tact, and she looked quite angry and panicked, skidding to a halt in front of a couch and then looking around. Wearily she sank into the comfort of the furniture, breathing deeply and touching the silver collar around her neck.

"Anybody got some ice? And maybe a high tech lock-pick?"