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Looking over the being carefully she almost wanted to laugh, fear wasn't driving him, she recognized. She had seen that frantic look before. Two places to be exact, her father’s face and a mirror. This kid was a deep thinker, and preoccupied with something. Stretching her neck looking around him, seeing some kind of project behind him. Was he more concerned about it, then the weapon point at him? Looking him over once more, she answered her own internal question Yes he was. She shook her head slightly watching as Trip entered the room. A look of recognition surprisingly playing across his face. After getting Stella to lower her weapon, he handed her a scan, though his eyes never left the kid. Immediately Stella recognized the picture, it was Sinister. Wordlessly Stella, moved back slightly, rested her boot on the side of up turned desk. Still looking at the photo, then back to the being puzzled. She hoped Trip could understand something being said. Killing him wasn’t an option, but letting him just leave was out of the question, too.