( Mia trucks along, grimacing as the water she hadn't noticed in her galoshes earlier squeak and squishes around her feet. She'll need to get them off, or risk -- terrible pruning? Ha!
You've got weird priorities, Mia Fey.
This whole place was weird. She smiled, grimly determined. She needed to hear back from Maya as soon as possible. Her little sister, out with those zombies roaming the streets? )
I've never seen you reload.
( She hesitates when she hears something, but it turns out to be nothing more than a figment of her imagination.
Mia shakes her head, and continues to climb. Fifteen stories... fifteen flights of stairs? Thank god she was in shape! )
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You've got weird priorities, Mia Fey.
This whole place was weird. She smiled, grimly determined. She needed to hear back from Maya as soon as possible. Her little sister, out with those zombies roaming the streets? )
I've never seen you reload.
( She hesitates when she hears something, but it turns out to be nothing more than a figment of her imagination.
Mia shakes her head, and continues to climb. Fifteen stories... fifteen flights of stairs? Thank god she was in shape! )