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[fuchsiative]

[ if someone told clarice she'd be reaching out to the rest of her cohort almost the instant she finds her footing on the station, she'd have laughed in their face. frankly, she would have preferred to keep her head down, stay out of the way until she was needed.

but some things were necessary, and dealing with a whole set of people whose backgrounds and experiences she had no clue about necessitated some information-gathering.

reaching out anonymously seemed like a good compromise. ]

mutant

[ she's here for one reason, and one reason only. making a list of those she had to steer clear from is only going to help her achieve her goal in the long run. ]

what does that word mean to you?

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[fuchsiative]

[ "a little"... clarice can only wonder what else there is to say. ]

It's Clarice.
I'm... new?

[laviny]

[There is so much Yelena didn't say. She honestly barely scratched the surface. Spy life is wild.]

Hello, Clarice.

[...Wait.

Clarice can't see this but Yelena winces.]

Oh, I should not have said that. I sound like that creepy man from that one movie.

Gross. Sorry.

[Yelena isn't always good at talking to people, either, actually. That just doesn't stop her from doing it. She likes to talk.]

Anyway, I figured that you were new. It is that time, and most of us who have been here awhile don't bother being anonymous on the network.

It's nice to meet you, though.

[fuchsiative]

[ alright — that manages to pull a smile out of her. ]

don't worry, i've heard it dozens of times before

[ before before. before, when she still talked to people. when she let herself be around them. ]

i didn't catch your name though?

[laviny]

Oh, right. Yelena.

[fuchsiative]

maybe i'll see you around, yelena