[--Darlene surmises, and tugs on one of the straps of the pack to tighten it. This is a decisive motion. She has exhausted her compassion, no matter how present the press of his brain is against hers, no matter how much she actually gets it.
She swings the pack up over one shoulder and pushes herself to her feet.]
Tell me if you find anything good. [With a little smirk, like, what the fuck, as she thinks of this--] You can brainwave me or whatever.
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[--Darlene surmises, and tugs on one of the straps of the pack to tighten it. This is a decisive motion. She has exhausted her compassion, no matter how present the press of his brain is against hers, no matter how much she actually gets it.
She swings the pack up over one shoulder and pushes herself to her feet.]
Tell me if you find anything good. [With a little smirk, like, what the fuck, as she thinks of this--] You can brainwave me or whatever.