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Spaghetti General's automated doors struggle and catch as they slide open. In steps the veteran Dojo trainee, turning her body to slip through the narrow opening. Of course, as soon as she makes it in, the doors open all the way.
>(Fuckin' state...)
She adjusts her jacket's collar and approaches the front desk. She hovers at the desk, waiting for the attendant to look up from their computer, but the young man doesn't even look up from his screen before rolling his eyes and sighing.
>"What is it NOW..?"
Ash tilts her head and her gaze sharpens into a blistering glare upon the attendant. He looks up and immediately recoils.
>"Oh- Erm... Sorry- I mean-"
>"How can we help you?"
>I'm here to visit someone. A Carmody Jefferson.
>"Right. Sure. And you are her husband?"
Ash's lips curl and her eyes look off to the side, face twitching at the response. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before shaking her head.
>No.
>"Family?"
>No.
>"... Friend?"
>Not really.
>"I see... Well, I can't just send you up. We've got quite a few bad eggs in town, so..."
>"Tell you, what. How about I get someone to go up and ask her?"
>"Keep in mind, it might be a while. We're very busy."
>Sure, that's fine.
Ash signs in before leaving it and taking a seat in one of the lobby chairs and waiting. She shifts around after a few moments.
>(God, these fucking things are awful... Even our gimmicked chairs are comfier...)
