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Tania half-turned to glance over at Molly and Catherine, self-consciously tugging down on her hoodie, which had started riding upward and pulling enough of her shirt with it to expose a small strip of skin. "Politics? What kind of politics? As in, exactly who are we trying to avoid pissing off, and what would happen if we screwed it up enough that we did piss them off too badly?" She was morbidly curious about that one. There had to be some intriguing stories there.

After Molly spoke, Tania mulled that one over, tongue pressing into a gap between two of her teeth for a moment. "And when do I found out who my partner is, and will that be before or after we get there? Because I'm cool with working around other people, but I've got to say, I've had some pretty bad partner experiences, like this dude who never actually communicated about anything but somehow still expected me to follow these exacting standards that I didn't know existed and couldn't possibly have figured it out simply by mind-reading, which is not a skill I have, though that would be pretty cool." Tania exhaled forcefully, but even that didn't seem to last as long as it might have coming from another person. "Though I guess it could also be terrifying because there are some people whose brains I do not want to see the inside of, because that would probably require several lifetimes' supplies worth of brain bleach afterward."