Evening: Sanctity

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Zhaan was dusting with a will. Her long absence trip to Peru, Vienna and Venice had left a veritable mountain of dust on her wares. With a grimace, she also began sorting out herbs that were a bit on the, shall we say, musty side.

The place smelled like a perfumery had been dropped on top of a beauty shop before she was half done.

Batou had fled at the first sign of trouble, taking Gabriel with him.

[Yes, I live.]

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[stykera]

It couldn't hurt, Stark reasoned, to check and see if there were signs of life in Zhaan's shop. Seeing a light on, he was very close to bouncing and definitely smiling as widely as he could as he opened the door.

"You're here!" Because stating the obvious was always a good way to start a conversation.

((You live!))