Moira shoots Chris a worried look. Attacking first could often be the weaker position. On the other hand, who knew? "We are actually looking for five people, who probably came here last week. You'd no doubt remember the one with the aquamarine hair, at least?" Nice girl, that Jenny. Mummy'd have loved to know someone like her when she was Moira's age. As her mind cycled through that pleasant little thought, she continued, voice calm, hand still in jacket, "If you can just explain what happened...?"
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