on_her_korhal | Kerrigan's Office, Tuesday Afternoon

She still had the piece of paper on her after class. If Kerrigan was inclined to be honest with herself, she'd had it with her for a while now. It was starting to get ridiculous: she should be no more vulnerable to stupid human sentimentalities than an armored truck should be to a small pebble on the way.

And still...

She sighed. Perhaps if she dialed the number, it would put that pesky feeling to rest, and she could continue on with her plans. She picked up the phone and went through the old routine of getting a line off the island - it almost made her feel... nostalgic.

Finally, she could put through the number-- and waited, forcing away the ridiculous anticipation in her belly.

We're sorry, a voice droned on the other end of the line, the number you have dialed is not currently in use. If you'd--

She threw down the reciever. Disconnected. Okay. Fine. It wasn't like she cared about it. She tossed the note at the trash can, and told herself that this meant the whole affair was over and done with. Back to reality. Etcetera.

The distressing thing was that she wasn't sure whether she actually believed that.

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"It's the same as it always was," she said, casting another look around for squirrels. "Loud, insane, and always full of new people. I haven't found much thusfar."

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"Has anyone asked about me?"

It might not be that important, but River wanted to know.

"Not so far," Kerrigan said, slipping into a more professional voice. "I'm keeping off the radar for obvious reasons. Have our scanners encountered any species worthy of infestation so far?"

"Not yet," River replied. "The universe is a vast space, but mostly empty."

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"And inconvenient, as usual."

"It requires patience," River agreed.

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