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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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[desertdaggers]

Let's see… He said his name was Agent Washington. Have you met him?

Mm. A bit of washing shouldn't hurt half as much. [he grins a little]

Ah, no. Just came in for a bit of a breather. [though how much of a breather visiting the Plane really is is debatable.]

[grip_on_reality]

Ah, yeah. He's a bit of rule-stickler, though--probably not your best bet for infiltrating a high-security spaceship. But you could always give it a go, I suppose.

[she nods, understanding both the sentiment and the caveat of coming to the Plane for a breather. it's certainly something she's done often enough herself] Well, good luck when you go back.

[desertdaggers]

It can't hurt! [unless then he starts keeping an eye out for Hawk going with one of the others. He'll deal with that if it happens, he supposes.]

Thanks! All the best to you, too.