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Five Thousand Club
Looking down quickly below her she brings her feet to her chest as she debates between slipping out and potentially being noticed, or staying in and dealing with something else. The look of conflict is clear across her face as she speaks despite the distraction "Frieda...Frieda Fitzjerald, erm...yeah nice to meet you" her gaze keeps moving between the girl and below her, even more so at every creek or drip from her own ink as it continues to leak.