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[somanyghosts]

Plourr has spent an unnerving night or two here, on the couch in the lobby of the hotel. There have been sounds. Clicks. Scrapes. Twice, a distant howl that brought her flying up, blaster in hand. The massive monitor on the reception desk makes noises, too, but always, by the time she gets there, the screen is dark

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[thirdbetrayer]

One will assume, then, that she's watching who's coming through that door.

"Take it you're settling in?"

[somanyghosts]

"I'm not settling anywhere," Plourr says curtly, running the shaver just above her ear. "I'm getting out of here."

[thirdbetrayer]

Gin eyes her.

"Y'seem to be shaving."

[somanyghosts]

She shoots him a flat look in the mirror. "First things first."