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Well, Alfred most likely would've been there...if he wasn't having a nervous breakdown again. She had to convince him she wasn't out to get him, her accent being the only thing keeping him from interrogating her. She wasn't sure if he was having severe trust issues again about who was attacking him and who wasn't, or if it was PTSD. It was rather upsetting when she didn't know. And then when she got him stable enough, he dismissed her, practically shoving her out of his room.
Rude.
While muttering to herself, the vixen found Oliver. She hadn't ever seen him before, then again, she'd been a little busy for some time. Of course she didn't know. Should she ask what he was doing?
"Is...Is there something on your mind?"
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