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Third Floor Common Room [Thursday Afternoon]

The last few days had been busy and Claire took advantage of being on break to sleep in.

But once she was awake, she was restless and she decided to go to the common room and bake some cookies.

Rather than bother with trashy daytime TV, she cranked up the radio and danced around the kitchenette.

[ooooooooooopen! last day of work before my three day weekend so entertain me pleeeease!]

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"Did you sign up for that workshop on weapons that was being offered next session?" Claire asked.

"I don't pick any of my classes," Triela admitted. "And Hilshire hasn't given me a list of my next set."

"Oh, wow," Claire said. "I'm surprised my dad is letting me pick my own, to be honest."

"Usually it's okay," Triela shrugged. "But sometimes I end up in really weird stuff. Like etiquette."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my dad would have chosen that over Spy Games."

"Sounds like your dad and Hilshire might get along, though I do get some interesting classes along the way."

"My dad's a little overprotective," she admitted. "Who is Hilshire?"

"My handler back at the Agency." The words were simple, but the situation was... complicated. Her handler, her partner, maybe her brother in some ways (the agency did call them 'fratello' after all).

Claire nodded. "Does he just work with you? Or does he have a group of girls he helps?"

"Each fratello consists of one handler and one girl." Triela grinned slightly. "Some of the girls are a bit difficult to work with, I don't think someone could work with two of them."

She wasn't one of those hard to work with girls.

Really.

Hilshire had been in a constant state of dazed stress before he took the job.

Somehow Claire wouldn't believe that. She smirked a little. "Is it weird for you to be separated right now?"

A little of Triela's grin fell away. "Yeah," she said quietly. "They call me back for missions, and that helps, but..."

She rubbed at her temples. "Protecting Hilshire is the most important part of who I am." The Conditioning had seen to that. "And not being close enough to do that is... stressful."

"Oh. I'm sorry for bringing it up then," Claire said, frowning at Triela's obvious discomfort.

"Don't worry about it," Triela shook her head quickly. "It's not like I'm not used to it by now."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's easy to talk about," Claire pointed out.

The timer went off and she was distracted and grabbed a tray of cookies from the oven without a mitt. Oops.

"Ow, damnit," she swore softly.

Triela's eyes narrowed slightly when Claire didn't drop the tray immediately. "You okay?"

Oops.

Claire set the tray down and the burns immediately began to fade. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," she said, her tone sheepish.

"So you are," Triela said agreeably.

"Does that happen often?"

Claire nodded. "Yeah, kinda. It's... a thing. I'm trying to keep it low key because there are people looking for me."

Eyes narrowing again, Triela leaned forward. "And you don't want to be found."

"No. I really don't have any desire to become a government experiment," she said.

"I can understand that. It's not all that fun."

She shook her head. "How long have you been hiding?"

"Just a few months," Claire said. "My family relocated to California from Texas but then my dad decided to take the extra step of sending me here."

"Sounds like he's pretty protective, yeah," Triela nodded. "But that might be a good thing."

"Yeah, he has good intentions," Claire agreed. "Just... not always the best methods for achieving them."

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