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[veryscaryrobot]

Clomp.

Clomp.

Clomp.

Cameron rests one hand on the Bar's polished surface, and tilts her head at a 15 degree angle. "May I please have the items I requested yesterday," she says, without bothering to end the sentence with an upward inflection. The items in question appear: both small, metal, and nondescript.

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[forced_pilgrim]

Quick as thought, there is a tiny monkey on her shoulder, peering at the objects with interest.

[veryscaryrobot]

For a moment, Cameron stops moving entirely: no breathing, no involuntary muscle tremors, nothing. Then, very slowly, she cranes her head sideways. (It's at a 30 degree angle now.)

And stares.

[forced_pilgrim]

Monkey stares back, patient as a stone. (Which is what he is.)

[veryscaryrobot]

Cameron blinks.

Once.