[That is certainly surprise as she jerks her head up to look at him. Peripherally she'd heard the footsteps, but didn't expect to be called out to. There's a second of fear that tenses her muscles, ready to move if she has to, but recognizing Qubit she releases a breath and forces herself to relax.
Not Crane. He's locked up and can't hurt anyone anymore.
She shifts her weight and casually pretends that her shock never happened.]
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Not Crane. He's locked up and can't hurt anyone anymore.
She shifts her weight and casually pretends that her shock never happened.]
Hey, what's up?
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...she looks down at her comm. Oh. There's a flash of disappointment but it's not directed at him specifically.
Well, the comm screwup made this bed, she might as well lay in it.]
I don't know. Just run. Use the exercise as a distraction from thinking for an hour. I tend to just go where my feet take me.