[week four - wednesday]

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[ It hasn't been that long since she woke up from her surgery. Hannibal was the first to speak to, since, obviously, he was there, and from that conversation alone she's feeling kind of drained. She's expecting he won't be the last, though.

But surprise still registers on her face when Chane and Claire walk into the room. Both of them? At the same time?

She'll blink at them for a long moment, opening and closing her mouth, and then ask, very softly: ]

Are you going to yell at me?

[ she's

tired. ]

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[ It's with a little sigh of relief that Xion curls her hand around Chane's. She knows her friend has a tough time with things like this. Being ... close, and especially staying there. So it's ... really nice that Chane is so willing. She'll give Chane's hand a squeeze, a way of showing her gratitude.

Claire, as usual, manages to surprise her with his bluntness. She ends up staring at him, somewhat baffled, because she always feels a little baffled around him. ]

You really don't think like anyone else I've ever met. [ ... ] But ... I like that about you.

Do you really think ... that all of us can figure it out? We've never even caught a killer.

[generously]

Yeahhh... I've been thinkin' about that. If some killers are aware of each other, they'd be more unified than the rest of us. While we're always yelling at each other and not being decisive about anything, they can always stack the votes on someone innocent. ... Especially if we're the ones who end up pointing at them.

That's probably how they'd do it, right?