Bubble.

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A hot bath is exactly what Corrine needed. After soaking to prunish-feel with a good book, she's wiping condensation from the mirror to comb out her hair. It's been quiet recently. Quiet is good. It's given her a lot of time to focus on herself, which is nice, and get some research done on things that still don't make sense.

Mmm. Right now, she's actually thinking about just slipping into her pajamas and flopping down in front of a good movie. There's hot chocolate to be had and she has a bag of mini-marshmallows stashed away. Yeah... that sounds perfect.

There's another sound, an actual one. She closes the cabinet mirror, then turns to make sure she's actually seeing what she thinks. It's like a super-awesome shiny disco-ball.

Yeah. Definitely report this, pron--

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His one hand cradles the back-left side of his head, his other laying beside him, the grip on his pistol still tight.

“I think I’m going to spend next week in the Cayman Islands,” he gripes as he accepts her hand, and returns to his feet with a groan. Examination of the hand on his head reveals a small amount of blood.

“Damn,” he sighs under his breath. “I didn’t think I got hit that hard.” A grimace as he reaches back around, just wanting to confirm that the blood was indeed coming from his head. From the look of him, he’s more embarrassed than hurt.

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Island.

She turns away, approaching the door to make sure the immediate area of the building is clear for the moment.



Satisfied with finding nothing, she returns to him. "You've been up too long."

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“Wouldn’t be surprised,” he says, his eyes briefly dancing back and forth between Corrine, and the dent Bertha left in that parked car, a hint of a smile forming at the edges of his lips.

“Last I heard, they were starting to pull out the first responders as more Army was arriving on the scene. I just haven’t received my call, yet.” Calling it a day does sound like a good idea. The scene was havoc for hours after he first responded, and he had to go down to ground level to pull people out of it and teleport them to safety. By comparison, this street has been easy duty.

He nods towards the dented car. “Thank you, by the way.”

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She should've expected Caleb never quits until the relief shows up. It used to be a point that made her so angry, but now she just smirks at it and moves on.

"Still the man on duty." Goes to show people never really change from what they truly are. "You shouldn't be in close combat. Let me lead. We can stand a few more hours yet."

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It’s another forty minutes before the army manages to get a relief team to them, and as Caleb watches two HMMWVs and a cluster of infantry setting down his street to finish the job he started, he tries not to feel guilty about walking back the other way. I’ve done my job, he reasons. I helped get the crisis under control. They don’t need you anymore, Zukov. You're tired. Time to rest.

The (relatively) quiet bliss is shattered shortly after the soldiers disappear over the hill. It’s odd, Caleb notes, how it’s become intuitive to run towards the sound of gunfire, not walk away.

“So…” He says to Corrine, reminding himself that he isn’t abandoning anyone, “… Metro Java is outside the quarantine. I’ve had them giving out free coffee to the police all morning, but the store room is pretty big. They probably still have enough for two more cups, if you care to have a drink.”

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People.

It's been a long time since her interaction has been with someone not dead or otherwise drowning in their own darkness. The lost of the leylines are her responsibility now, choosing never to give up the mantle to her own poor, unsuspecting child. No, it was better that she be here fulfilling this purpose, and never pass on the demented legacy of her family. It hasn't afforded her much time among the living, though.

She is still one of those... right?

She can't remember the taste of coffee. She doesn't quite feel comfortable saying yes. A lax in her usual watchful eye will mean more work later. However, Caleb's likely to go back to aiding in the crisis if she simply leaves. He's never been good at knowing when to stop. She imagines his face among the blank stare of the damned, always trying to spill into her realm...

"If it means you'll rest, I can acco-- I can-- yes. Thank you."