Subject: Mia found herself torn once again.
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Posted on: 2015-09-03 02:02:00 UTC
Part of her wanted to punch Gurgan in the nose, and another part just wanted to bolt. But there was a much smaller, third part that truly, desperately wanted to prove him wrong.
For a moment, she wavered. The angry part grew steadily, to such an extent that she took a step towards Gurgan.
Then she started listening to Derwin. "But of course, Mr. Picklecheese, I would he HAPPY to accept the charges...how IS your wife?"
Mia looked at the borg, blinking. Her anger dissipated; it was very, very hard to keep while listening to someone call a wall "Mr. Picklecheese."
She looked at Sax, still braced against the wall, and Day, with her broken arm. Mia sighed heavily, walked over to Sax, and took his arm. "I'm still going to find that machine," she said. "And after that, if I ever see you again, Gurgan, I'll break your face."