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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 5063115" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover continued to stare straight back into Emerson's face, feeling alarmingly bare under his gaze.'It's like he can see right through me. Like he's trying to decide if I'd make a good snack...'Despite his ugliness, she liked him. He was as cautious as she would be in a situation like this. And though she felt threatened by his presence, she found comfort and strength in the knowledge that he felt not unlike herself. Confident. Bold. Calculating. And sincerely businesslike in his attitude. He expected no crap from anyone. And he would extend the same courtesy.Reaching blindly, she pulled out the piece of bent metal from her pocketbook. She extended it towards him prongs up (to keep in the luck!) and quirked an eyebrow, "We believe you're missing this? If not, that's ok. Just take it. Really. I won't miss it."</blockquote>