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[accessobrian]

Chloe had a very bad night, followed by a very bad day.

Such is the life of an employee of CTU living in Milliways, aye?

She enters, looks around, rolls her eyes, groans ever so slightly, gets herself some food and settles into a booth in the far corner.

Knock before entering, please!

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[teh_data_fork]

Adam can't be arsed to knock; he's just happy to have found her unhurt.

Of course, whether she remains calm when she sees a complete stranger with frightening red-and-black eyes staring down at her is another matter, but Adam's almost completely forgotten what he looks like right now.

"Chloe--"

[accessobrian]

Calm? No.

Really, really, REALLY NO.

Chloe attended self-defense classes from about 8 until 23.

First thing they teach you?

CROTCH KICKING.

She swings her legs around and kicks out with both feet as hard as she can while screaming at the top of her lungs.

[teh_data_fork]

First thing Adam has learned from hanging around a bar full of Heroes pups? How to dodge groin kicks. He yelps and flings himself out of the way.

"Chloe, for FUCK'S SAKE, it's me. Adam. I know, I know, I--I'll prove it."

Because honestly, once he gets over the 'holy shit, two seconds later and the entire Kaufman family tree would have ended with me,' he's rather glad to see Chloe defending herself.

"It's one of those fucking Bar pranks."

[accessobrian]

Chloe stops screaming, but pulls herself as far away from the freaky-eyed hawt-bodied man as she can.

"Try again."

This is obviously going to be a bit harder than the management previously thought.