[she appreciates that he doesn't press on it; he doesn't need to say more, and for the moment, she's not going to think about her mother. Focus instead on the others here as he leads her to the table and couch. She frowns at Sigma; no shock, meaning she's met him too, but Omega gets a blink. As does--]
Flowers? I didn't see him.
Wait, South? [brows knit in confusion] but, she can't be a clone. She's an Immune. Isn't she?
no subject
Flowers? I didn't see him.
Wait, South? [brows knit in confusion] but, she can't be a clone. She's an Immune. Isn't she?