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Who is this sassy lost child
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The relief she felt was a surprise. Raina couldn't help but smile at Jasper's bright greeting; a tired and faintly strained smile, but still a smile. Familiar faces, friendly faces, faces which belonged to people that she knew were smart and at least somewhat capable. It was probably the best encounter they could hope for right now.

"Hey Jasper, Audrey," she said, raising her hand in a half-wave back at them. "We've been looking around for supplies, actually, haven't been up to much. I dunno about taking a break yet." More sitting and doing nothing would become more excuses, more putting off her responsibilities. "I don't suppose you guys have found anything really useful around here, huh?" She asked, wrinkling her nose a bit to express her distaste for the old building. The labs in the basement nagged at the back of her mind again.

Basement, supply depot, utilities compound. She brought the map into her mind, drawing a little dotted line from destination to destination. There was a radio tower in the utilities area, she remembered. Probably useless, probably picked clean by anyone who had come before them. But if she could get her hands on something like a radio elsewhere and get it to the tower...

She didn't voice her plans. Cameras and microphones everywhere, and she didn't want to have to answer questions on the fly when people started poking holes in her ideas. Like they had come up with anything better.

"...Have you seen anyone from the robotics club? Penny, Al, Lily? Johnny and I have been on our own since the first day." Since Beaks and Scarlett ran off to Nancy and her axe. An unpleasant knot twisted in Raina's stomach as the realization that she would never see Scarlett again settled over her. Where had Beaks gone after that?

She did her best to keep her face neutral. Don't dwell on it. Big picture.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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