![]() Someone will be here shortly to escort you.” “In any case, I’ve notified them of your arrival. There’s a note saying that you’d come by, though it says something about wings.” She paused for a moment, then shrugged. She clicked through some things on her computer for a few moments, before saying, “Ah. “I was asked by Miss Militia to stop by here. ![]() I would have raised an eyebrow if I had one. “So is there anything I can help you with?” “I’m sorry about that, ma’am,” she said, her eyes carefully at my chest and not at my face. Margaret shot her a halfhearted scowl, then turned back to me. “She says she didn’t do anything to you, so I guess it’s just you being you again.” She ended her statement with a wry little grin and a poke to the shoulder. “You looked at the cape lady’s face and spaced out,” she said, gesturing to me. She glanced around for a bit as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then turned to Vera and asked, “What just happened?” “.Full of stars,” Margaret mumbled as she jerked upright. She turned back to her coworker and shook her shoulder, and finally got a response. She paused for a moment, then said, “Huh. I’m Starfield, by the way.”Įvidently curiosity won out against caution, and she glanced up at my face. I peeked at her name tag, which read ‘Vera.’ “So what are you here for, anyway?” she asked. That’s never happened before.” Of course, I haven’t shown this face to very many people, so. I held my hands up in what I hoped was a nonthreatening gesture. She turned to me with accusation in her eyes, her gaze fixed firmly on my chest in an obvious attempt to not look at my face. I turned back to see that one of the other receptionists had wheeled her chair over next to Margaret, and was poking her in the shoulder. I knew my voice was different without my face on, but is it really that strange? Well, there go my hopes of an uneventful meeting. The security guard nearest to me had tightened his grip on his grenade launcher, his other hand going to his bandolier of special grenades. As I looked, I saw more than a few pairs of eyes widen, presumably after seeing my face. It appeared that everyone within earshot had stopped whatever they were doing and turned to stare in my direction. “Ah, Margaret?” A general cessation of conversation around me caused me to glance behind me. I stood there for a moment, feeling a bit awkward as the receptionist stared into my face with eyes that were beginning to glaze over.
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