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[in_the_cracks]

Telrim was in the process of walking straight through this area, intent on a task that led her elsewhere in a hurry. But her steps slow as she takes notice of where she is; she turns to frown at the sign, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes as she hesitates. She takes a chair, in the end, rubbing her head. She feels another headache coming on. She might as well stop to soothe it before she goes back to work. A few minutes won’t hurt anything now.

“Would you rather be there in the aftermath of a disaster?” she asks distantly. “Or would you be more… comfortable if you were sent elsewhere?”