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[officerrenaldi]

[Ladies and Gentlemen-have a certain cop who is scared as anything. The problem with all of this is-she's LAPD. Raised in a family who don't show fear. So she's trying to keep out of site yet wandering the halls. She's completely affected and struggling like mad with it.

But she's not giving in. So she's just got her hands in her pockets wandering the halls completely on edge. This is what it's like to be supernatural somehow. The other times she'd been someone else-this was the first time a flood hit her.

This is what it's like. But she's not saying anything about it. Nothing at all.]

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[technophilic]

[ She writes that down as well. Now that the initial confusion has passed, she's back to her usual miserable self. ]

As I have said, I am running a statistical analysis. The more data I have, the more accurate my results will be.

[officerrenaldi]

...Are you unhappy about that?

[Carla can't not ask. D: it's...there. Misery. Goddamnit.]

[technophilic]

I have no feelings one way or the other.

[ Why do people keep telling her she's sad? HOW ARE SAD? ]

[officerrenaldi]

...Yes you do. [Carla stares at her.] ...You feel off.

[technophilic]

[ Your staring is making her uncomfortable. ]

I don't understand.

[officerrenaldi]

You feel...[oh god she does not have the time to be an understanding cop. She closes her eyes] isolated and alone.

[technophilic]

[ She just stares blankly. ]

Do I? [ This is a serious question. Is this what isolated and alone feels like? ]