They met as randomly as one would meet these days, she stumbling through the Hive, and he being the unfortunate one she stumbled into. Knowing herself she got herself into a little pickle, mouthed off without realizing just who she was speaking to. She would do what she normally did, apologize, and usually that was that. However this time it wasn’t left at that, instead she found herself in a room with the very man she’d offended. She stood there fiddling with the collar around her neck as she waited, for him to do something. She hated waiting; the anxiety of it always made her fidget badly.
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