Helen, meanwhile, was entranced by the rune ball. There was something soothing about the slowly glowing patterns moving around, watching and replicating, until she mis-stepped, cursing under her breath.
"I swear I had a better memory than this. We need another victim." She scanned the room; Santa-lite had just scampered off upstairs to clean up, The'ara was clearly deep in conversation with Chezlar, potato guy was staring intently at his potato... So that left the new redhead Rach was reassuring, the stripping mercenary or the spoon lady by the looks of it.
She was studiously ignoring Ghet and Y'Roden at the moment. Whenever those two got anywhere near each other shutting down as much of her empathy as she could was usually a good idea - Mars Talent and Riker Talent tended to bounce off each other more vociferously than a squash ball ricocheted.
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