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[ami_imperfect]

Ever since hearing Jazz's news three days ago, Dani's been in a bit of a...a foul mood, you could say. She spent the remainder of Wednesday holed up in her room, alternating between crying, silence and swearing up and down that she was going to kick a certain Armani-clad fruit loop's butt from here to the Ghost Zone to Kingdom Come. Thursday and

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[a1enzo]

Enzo trails in after her. Ordinarily, he loves watching her train, and in fact 'ogling' might be a slightly more accurate word. Now, it makes his processor grind to see her that hurt and angry. All he can do is occupy the next target over and try to release some of his own frustration.

He returns his paint-gun to Bar and thanks her quietly. "You feeling any better?" he asks Dani.

[ami_imperfect]

"A bit, yeah," she replies, toweling off the back of her neck and the base of her head under her ponytail. "Y'know, I've noticed that if I picture Vlad's face on the targets, my aim is actually better."

Take that as you will, Enzo.

[a1enzo]

Enzo laughs, just a little. "Yeah, I bet."

He runs a hand through his hair. "You know, i-if you can't go back to your world... well, there's always m-"

[chicksdigtucker]

Across the room, the Door swings open, and a sixteen-year-old boy blinks with the expression of someone who really wasn't expecting this place to show up.

After a moment, though, he sighs in relief and plods over to a chair by the fire. He sits, unzips his USAP parka, and demands loudly for a waitrat to bring him "meat. Lots of meat. As long as it's hot and edible to humans, I don't really care."

That taken care of, he settles back with an exhausted groan.