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#2020-09-15 07:05:08, as written by CabbageAngel

Vic stood there, clutching the outfit that had been thrown her way and a business card, staring at everything unfolding in front of her that had a total lack of concern for her concerns. Monster theories were being thrown around again, the same kind of talk she had been zoning out of back on land. She gave Jemma an apprehensive glance before following her gaze towards George. Vic's eyes narrowed.

"What. That's it?" She called over to him, backing away, her body hunched over. "Has ANYONE asked him where we're going?" She tossed her head to Alex, bewildered. "Or what he's taking us for?" Nothing from under cloth he had buried himself under. She gave him a hard, demanding look she hoped he could feel under there, then tossed her head away, bitterly resigning. "Rad. I'm going to the bathroom."

She slumped back in the direction Sairyn had shooed her in, pausing to gesture Jemma over with her head. Time to get whatever she was on about over and done with. It couldn't possibly make her hero-sanctioned kidnapping any worse. Out of the clutches of one suit and into the plane of another, Christ.

The moment Vic entered the tiny plane bathroom she became twice as aware of her breathing and that she'd invited an aunt-eater to share the space with her. She kept her back to Jemma, took a step and a half to reach the sink and splashed her face with water to wash away the nerves.

"I wouldn't say loathe," she said as if continuing a conversation while she peeled off her juice-stained singlet and threw it aside. "But it's not indifference." She glanced at Jemma's reflection in the mirror as she pulled down her denim, shrunken shorts, the insides of her thighs bright red from all the chaffing. "You look like someone I used to know. Don't take it personally." She tried shuffling into the pants Sairyn gave her, only for them to immediately drop back down in a heap at her ankles. "Oh. Yeah, right." She gave somewhat of a smile and a grimace, along with kind of a hissing breath and a laugh. "Atomic Anne's... don't take that personally either. You just looked like a good time."

Her vibrant mop of hair popped out of the black shirt. The garment dropped to just above her knees. She looked like someone who'd just spent the night at their boyfriend's. She turned around and sat herself on the counter, staring Jemma down.

"What did you want from me?"

Snippet #2815014

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