In the gym...

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Beka enters the gym, flips on the lights and checks out the scene. There's a punching bag. It looks a lot like her. She strips down to sweats and a t-shirt and gets down to the serious business of beating the shit out of herself.

And waits for Camulus.

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Beka watches the Gou'ald's retreating back. "You bet your incredible ass we will."

Then she turns to Janet. "Are you insane? He'd have killed you. He hates you Tau-, uh... Coloradans."

[OOC: Night. *smooches*]

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"I'm not afraid of him," says Janet flatly. "And he knows it. He may hate us, but somewhere deep down, he's afraid of us." She shakes her head, her fury dissipating. "Besides, he laid a hand. More than a hand, actually. On you." Her eyes flash with humor. "Besides, I'm the least scary of any of the Colorado refugees." She grins wryly. "He should be glad it wasn't Daniel. Daniel's grudge is personal." More personal than hers was, anyway.

"We should get you to the infirmary." She shakes her head and corrects herself. "The clinic. You're pretty beat up."

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[OOC - Beka just said she wanted a drink and bed, below. Treat it as a response to this.]