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A pale young women dressed in black carrying an enormous highly caffeninated drink walked into the cantina. "Woah I keep finding these things at the moment" she smiled taking a sip on the drink. She looked around from where she stood, "Excuse me, anyone know the way out?"

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"Charlie fixed it." She brushed the hair away from her forehead to show the lobotomy scar. "Who's Duckie?"

"That is awesome, Can I take a photo sometime?" she asked "Oh Duckie he works with me, us, he does autopsys and stuff, total best of the bestest you know?"

"A photo...?" Ang was confused again. She knew what photo meant, but she wasn't sure what the taller girl was talking about.

She smiled "Of you, the scar, You see I do prints, you know art? and well I think I can do some cool things with a picture of you"

"I'd have to ask Wolvie and Spike," she said apologetically.

"Thats ok Darlin, it may have been rude of me to ask sometimes I am with out knowing" she grinned

Ang smiled back, thinking of Wolvie's warning that New Haven was a place where lived a lot of people who weren't welcome on other worlds. Then she offered her artwork. "Would you like a picture?"

"WOW really?" she ask with a smile

"Sure, I'm finished with it."

She hadn't signed it, either.

Abby smiled "You're just The coolest ever!"

"No I'm not." Ang wrinkled her nose.

She smiled "You are, totally my newest friend..... although I do seem to make friends easily" she said absently.

That made Ang laugh. "Wolvie and Kal say that I do, too."

And both old soldiers tended to be bemused by just how many people called the small blond their friend.

She grinned "I usually loose a few when they find out about my art and work though"

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