Carriage House Room 10, Friday afternoon

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Ivanova was rather used to bullying security personnel. Prison personnel weren't really all that different, after all. After three separate phone calls up the chain of command she had it. She sat on her bed with her knees tucked up under her chin, absently chewing her lip as she waited to be connected

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[see_no_weevil]

"Mars, if this is you, I'm gonna need cookies before I shiv anyone for you," Weevil said, ignoring the looks from the officers observing the phone call.

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"I'll send the cookies but I think I can handle the shivving myself," Ivanova murmured, having to smile.

[see_no_weevil]

"Oh," Weevil said, startled. "Uhhh, hi."

[niceborders]

"That's all I get? 'Hi'?" The smile on her face didn't much modulate the sternness in her voice.