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The incident with Carolina, Washington, and Bastille had been interesting to say the least. The entire situation had blown up. She could still feel the fallout of those tense moments - the looks that were thrown, the snarky comments, the distant behavior. She had figured it would have corrected itself by now, but God, she was wrong yet again. She needed to talk to one of them about it. She and Bast were still somewhat at odds with one another. She didn't know Carolina well at all. Washington? Well, that was a different story. She knew Washington.

She had made the decision to visit him during the midday hours. She knew it was somewhat of an odd time - and very out of the blue -, but she couldn't help it. She had waited long enough. Her original plan had been to talk with him when the day was just beginning, but he patrolled then, didn't he? He at least wasn't in his room when she had knocked. So she waited. She waited until he returned to the Observatory, until he settled in his room. And then, she moved.

Four knocks. "Hey, Washington?" she called, taking a step back so as not to surprise him if or when he opened the door. "It's Suite. I'd like to talk about some things - if you're free."

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