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[attr="class","illie i"]back in the swing of things, right?

the last time she had been present at a archaeological site, she had been bright eyed and bushy tailed. new, shiny, not yet broken. it's funny how things change, how the universe can turn life upside down in what feels like seconds. her face is harder now, less bright and more neutral.

the universe will never take that spark, however, and it's that spark that ignites when she approaches the taped off area.

"how many do we know of so far?" once a head scientist, always a head scientist it seems. she's eager to look to those working on excavating the new finds, to see what knowledge she can bleed out of them. and while they're busy, they don't mind taking a moment to inform the woman of their work. she lends an ear and a small smile. nothing more, nothing less.

her task here isn't to assist them. not anymore, anyway. perhaps once her leave of absence feels less fresh she'll be able to rejoin the scientific community. until then, she's a protector and nothing more.

crunching snow gives a newcomer away. her body rotates at the sound, smile widening to welcome her assigned partner.

"hey, here to help?"

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