Sydney has made little secret of her general distrust of the two newest house guests. That they had yet to receive a satisfactory explanation for why they had been there or why the other people had been attacking them...
To say nothing of the sheer amount of guns and general bad vibe she got off of them. The one with the cape might have been okay. But the other one was just plain not right. She'd been keeping her door well locked at night.
However briefly, she had been a super-villain. She knew how to recognize certain kinds of signs. Maybe even the signs of people who enjoyed hurting people a little too much.
She'd spent the morning in the lab, on a couple of freelance engineering consulting jobs, paid under the table, but for people who checked out. Now, however, her system demanded food--mostly sugar, but some protein too.
She saw Anya first. "There any frozen waffles left?"
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