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[ Appearing on the plane suddenly, in a simple attire for once, hands clenched tightly. Her expression was entirely blank save for the frigid look in her eyes, breathing in, then out, slowly but surely. ]


Some things, they never change no matter what the race. It's any wonder anything can be done at all.

[ After closing her eyes just long enough to breath in deep does she open them again does she sit down, face cradled in her hands, mumbling to herself. ]

I should not have lost my temper in such a way.