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Sheri crossed her arms in thought, watching where the Asian girl had disappeared beneath the collapsed warehouse as a couple of her clones took up poking around the edge of the rubble, looking for anything else that could be found. Her eyes flicked over to Jemma at the sound of her impact, but ahe made no other indication that the shapeshifter's appearance were much of a surprise. Now at their third meeting, Sheri had kind of just started to accept its proclivity to pop up wherever.

"Be more careful with your landings," she chided. "If you disrupt the rubble it could shift and crush anything hiding underneath it."

Her eyes turned back to where she assumed the other girl was. Sheri didn't really care to comment on the woman's claims that she could see dead people; in her experience, it was best to just go along with a Thinker's weirdness. "If it works for them" and what-have-you.

"I don't think this was cleanup," Sheri commented, agreeing with the gunman's theory that it had been its own objective. "More likely the intent was to make a mess, hide whatever they were actually here for. Of course, that assumes they had business with the WFG at all. This whole thing might be a smokescreen to hide something else."

"Did you find anything yet?" Sheri called out to the Sixth Sense girl, leaning over the rubble to try and spot her. "Be real nice of you to share with the class."