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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta has brought a desk to the plane, along with a cup of tea and some papers, she’s looking at the papers rather intently and occasionally scribbling notes on them, checking if there’s any news on the guys who are supposed to be plotting something with demons.

Eventually she grunts and absently gestures at her tea… Which slides across to her hand, despite being about half a table away.

Brigitta doesn’t seem to notice this for a few seconds and then her head whips around to stare at the cup and she starts gaping and making faintly distressed noises] Wh- Wh- What?

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Starting to calm down] I suppose not... Could be quite useful actually.

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

You see? There is little harm from it. You only moved a cup, after all.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Faint] I suppose not... It was just a shock.