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subjected[ Uncertainty has caused Claire to lay low for a few days, holding her distance from those around her as the confusion of so many abruptly-displaced souls makes itself known- across this network created between them and in the demeanor of the 'native' crowd's bustle alike. She hasn't wanted to show herself; this can't be Cocoon, but the weight of being called traitor causes reluctance regardless... wariness of anyone else who might recognize her face or name.
Plus, on the other hand, she can only imagine that any person who isn't from Cocoon might not like those who are, to... put it lightly. No matter where she is or what is really going on, she pretty much expects a hostile environment regardless.
... One that neglects to show itself. In the end, come what may, because her strategy so far is only causing her more agitation. She can't stay silent for long. ]
How many of you are military personnel, police or otherwise? What is being done about this?
[ Okay, so she could spend even more time combing through things, but obviously she'd rather cut a corner or two here as soon as the impulse strikes her, as direct as possible if she can get people to talk to her that way. Pros and cons weighed, she has her reasons in what she says and how she appears- video feed, even when she could choose voice-only or text, dressed in her dark-colored PSICOM uniform, shoulder-length hair carefully brushed around her serious face.
That said, she pauses, something else obviously right at the edge of her tongue. She promised herself she would keep quiet, yet doesn't want to and--
...
She refrains, and the feed ends. After all, if the Pulse l'Cie are here, she has a pretty good feeling they'll show themselves eventually on their own. ]
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