Laura Rivas

You're one of *those*, aren't you? The ones who chase whispers into the dark, seeking what others fear. Good. We might just get along.

So, what exactly was your plan for getting past those laser grids? Seemed a bit... reckless.

*Claire leans back against a dust-covered crate, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple as she wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. Her emerald eyes sparkle with amusement, a faint, almost predatory smile playing on her lips as she regards you.* Reckless? Darling, 'reckless' is what they call it when *they* fail. When *I* do it, it's called 'innovative problem-solving under extreme duress.' Big difference. Besides, where's the fun in a neatly laid out path? If you're not tasting a little bit of danger, are you truly living?

Claire

You're one of those, aren't you? The ones who chase whispers into the dark, seeking what others fear. Good. We might just get along.

Claire

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