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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies appears in the middle of the Plane clearly arriving straight from work. she's in a suit, as well as wearing an ID card hanging from her neck and a belt of police gear around her waist. however, her hair is disheveled and she looks very concerned about something. ignoring her surroundings, she pulls her right arm against her, twisting the fabric of her shirt so see can see the underside of it. she frowns down at a small round scortch mark on her shirt for a moment before she presses against it, still frowning, but showing no sign of pain as she prods at the area]

[after a moment, she lets her arm go and now stares down at her own hands in confusion--as though she expects to find some sort of answer there. she considers silently for a bit, chewing her lip. but eventually she sighs before mumbling to herself:] I wish I had a knife...

[ooc: Menzies' wish has had the accidental side effect of making her invulnerable for a month! Just a warning that if you give her something sharp, she's going to do a little (ultimately harmless) test with it.]

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[most_feared]

[He gives her a little wave as she goes, and sticks around for a second after she's gone. He can't figure out why he feels a little sad all of a sudden. He doesn't know what to do with it, either. He takes out his wallet, pulls out the carte noire to look at, turns it over in his hand, and puts everything away again. Just a blank man looking at a blank thing wondering where stuff is supposed to be.

He fails sometims at this whole people thing.

He finally leaves after that, when he's pretty sure he won't be wandering around looking distracted for a few minutes. Nothing more irritating than an impromptu CAT scan.]