Hadrin, sitting a few away from Corliss, slides off his chair and walks over to him.
He taps Mike on the shoulder. "Hey."
Corliss jumps and turns to Hadrin. "Oh, Christ, mate, I nearly forgot about you," he says, blanching.
"Yeah, it happens," says Hadrin with a smug grin. He sits down next to Corliss and looks over at Myitt, Claxter and Terenia. "You heard what happened, I take it?"
"Of course," says Corliss with a sigh.
"Myitt looks like she's taking it well," Hadrin replies, eyebrows raised.
"She's taking it as she would usually take such things." Corliss shakes his head. "Did you try to stop her?"
Hadrin turns to Corliss, a bit taken aback. "Well, there wasn't much we could do. She was across the room and it was just...bam. You know how fast the AKR works."
Corliss nods bleakly, looking down at his hands. "What're we going to do, then?"
"Report it to Reven, see what action the electorate has to take," says Hadrin matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," says Corliss, looking up at Myitt. "I guess you're right."
"C'mon, I'll buy you a drink, just pretend it's a United game," says Hadrin, a toothy grin lighting up his ebony face.
Corliss glares at Hadrin. "Oh, don't start that again!"
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Myitt keeps watching Tamora, craning her neck as the girl turns to Keshin. "Oh, yep, this isn't a good thing," she murmurs to herself. "I can...I can totally tell."
Tara casts an irritated stare at Claxter. "Everybody's being so loud, for the **** of God..."