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Callie had seen a lot in the hours before her return to Task Force Obsidian in Phnom Penh.  Heard a lot.  Faced down a lot.

She’d always trusted her gut, especially when it came to Charter – well, she had since she first summoned Charter, anyway.  She’d had to rely on it a [i]lot[/i] as she portalled across the city.  And relying on it quite so much seemed to have…  [i]Enhanced[/i] something of it.

And so, when Callie suddenly became viscerally aware that she, and she alone, was about to be splashed with a liquid that she would very much prefer not to be splashed with, she did not question it.  Instead, she suppressed her urge to stiffen or to make any movements out of the ordinary at all.  And then waited.

Waited.

Before pushing back and out of her chair, leaping up and falling into a ready stance just soon enough to avoid…

The still-fizzing pop that Nil had just thrown onto her food.

Callie sagged.  [color=f7941d]“God, Nil, please don’t scare a girl like that.  I’m tired as is.”[/color]  She plastered the half-smile onto her face again, then reached over to ruffle her hair.  [color=f7941d]“Old gang’s all here, though.  That’s nice.  You getting on okay?”[/color]

[@Chiro] [@Gerlando]