[ it's not exactly thirty minutes later that she shows up, but it's close enough, hands in her pockets and boots scuffing against the floor. same as always. the idea of Cassel having a file with any kind of details about her life kind of makes her want to crawl right out of her skin, but it's easy enough to not let that show. well, it's not completely coloring the way she's looking at him when she approaches, giving him a welp sort of huff when she comes to a stop ]
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Sup, Warden?