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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]curious...? that's it?

she digs her heels in a little, as if there's more to the story than meets the eye.

"since when are you curious about my love life?"

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]the concept, while seemingly placed with good intentions, reeks of something more... prying?

she can't place it. and that, alone, infuriates her.

"i see."

threading a needle through his logic ultimately gets her nowhere.

"perhaps you could turn that support on things that will help us balance work and life better, however. more lab assistants could do wonders for our stress levels."

her smile returns, professional and pleasant. she laces it faintly in venom.

"unless you plan on helping us with the additional workload yourself? now that would be much appreciated."

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]better, definitely better.

"thank you."

she's satisfied enough to retract fangs, to push them back up into gums to release toxins another day.

"it's not that the workload is too high, but there are more pressing matters that deserve our undivided attention than paperwork at the moment."

the rifts, still very much open and fraying the region's spatial stability, require more from her than simple glances at reports between mountains of paperwork.

she is certain Eva Morales feels similar, even if it's a simple over-projection on her part.

and with nothing else to ask for, she falls back into dismissal.

"well, is that all?"

FERNANDO SILPH