[Bethan looks down at her hands, wrapped around the books. There's nothing interesting going on there, it just feels easier than looking anywhere else.]
[Something to offer me? That's what she's afraid of, if she's honest. That there's an offer there, of some sort, as well as an ask: that the woman she met out back of the dive bar might want to help.]
[On the other hand, Angela knew who she was. Called her by name. Left her after she'd been shot, in a way that people who don't know her powers generally wouldn't do so easily. If nothing else, that means she's easy enough to understand as a threat, which is a much more comfortable place to put her. Something could just be information.]
[She sighs, wrinkling her nose, and looks up.] Yeah, I guess. Perhaps.
[And then, because she just remembered something else from that weird interaction:] ...Are there other people around here with multiple versions?
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[Something to offer me? That's what she's afraid of, if she's honest. That there's an offer there, of some sort, as well as an ask: that the woman she met out back of the dive bar might want to help.]
[On the other hand, Angela knew who she was. Called her by name. Left her after she'd been shot, in a way that people who don't know her powers generally wouldn't do so easily. If nothing else, that means she's easy enough to understand as a threat, which is a much more comfortable place to put her. Something could just be information.]
[She sighs, wrinkling her nose, and looks up.] Yeah, I guess. Perhaps.
[And then, because she just remembered something else from that weird interaction:] ...Are there other people around here with multiple versions?