[Elena does think of just leaving, heaving a long-suffering sigh as he disappears into his room. But knowing Cassel, he'd just be dogging her steps until he finally managed to corner her.]
[So, she folds her arms and leans against the wall. She admires her shoes while she waits for a lack of anything better to do.]
[If she briefly glances at her communicator in her pocket, you were hallucinating.]
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[So, she folds her arms and leans against the wall. She admires her shoes while she waits for a lack of anything better to do.]
[If she briefly glances at her communicator in her pocket, you were hallucinating.]