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“Hey!” A bright smile is plastered prominently on her features as laughter slips from her, “It was either that or the Ustanak.” She teases, though admittedly, her driving was atrocious and she’d never drive a broken bus in a panic again. “Honestly, I think I did you a favor, Harper. Maybe not so much now, but definitely saved your butt back in China! Near death or not.” Her smile remains, but not without a hint of unease. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked that, actually. “It’s better without Simmons..” The words slip from her before she has a chance to filter herself. She considers taking it back, but on second thought– “Thank you. You and Leon did me a favor.”
❝ Yeah, you saved my “butt”, alright. ❞ Jesting jabs aside, she mirrors Sherry’s unease with a subtle wince upon hearing Simmons’ name. ❝ I-it is, but I couldn’t have done it without Leon. I- I heard you had to endure years of him... I can’t imagine. ❞ Her empathy is genuine, pained expression besmeared where a once buoyant smile painted her face. Despite their conversation taking a dreary turn, she manages to steer them in the proper direction. Her perseverance alone outweighs anything else. ❝ Consider us both members of the Simmons hate club- Hey, you wanna go grab some lunch? I could use the fresh air. ❞

















