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[clario]

[ the captured voice is brisk and to the point. ]

Anyone here know anything about sewing? I have a—suit. It needs altering. It's got a bunch of metal parts too. Don't know if that'll affect anything. [ and a lot of uncovered parts. hence the need for altering. ] We can negotiate a price.

[ a little pause where she seems to debate leaving it there. it's a long shot, but... ]

Is there a record kept of transports? Or a way of knowing who has ever been here?

[ another pause. ]

Thanks.

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[gevurah]

Same. [ she opens the door and tosses her bag onto the bed, then she pivots on her heel and makes her way back down the hall and toward the kitchen. she's parched. ] People are in and out of the apartments more often than you might think.

[clario]

Does that mean he'll go or I will?

[gevurah]

[ she runs the tap water and grabs a glass, filling it up. ]

Could be both.

[ yeah, there is someone who used to be here that she misses. it's clear enough. ]

[clario]

[ she probably shouldn't pry. sweet pea leans against the wall in the kitchen. ]

You missing someone?

[gevurah]

Cousin left a while ago. [ she takes a small sip and shakes her head. ] But it's not always a bad thing.

[clario]

Sorry to hear that. At least they're out of this dump?

[gevurah]

[ she nods in agreement. ]

She'll be back in the sun and playing tennis. It's what's best for her.

[clario]

Yeah. [ she's thinking of her sister, still trapped in lennox house. ] If only we were all so lucky.

[gevurah]

Some people don't even make it past a month. There's hope.

[clario]

How long have you been here?

[gevurah]

Ten months, I think. [ no, she keeps track. she just doesn't want to come off as obsessed with time. ]

[clario]

[ she whistles. ]

My condolences.