[Fortescue ends the call with a quiet laugh — the weird is the relatively mundane, now, but she can still appreciate how odd everything is in the Center. She pulls on her boots, otherwise wearing the jeans and white button shirt that the Center had given her. It's nice to have a change of clothes, seeing as her dress isn't what she'd like to be in during a crisis.
Funny how she'd been wearing it during her biggest crisis, but she prefers not to think about that as she heads out into the corridor, Jazz darting at her heels. Practiced hands run through her hair, tying it up simply, as she looks to see how much of a hide-and-seek game this particular day is going to be.]
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Funny how she'd been wearing it during her biggest crisis, but she prefers not to think about that as she heads out into the corridor, Jazz darting at her heels. Practiced hands run through her hair, tying it up simply, as she looks to see how much of a hide-and-seek game this particular day is going to be.]