"This way there's no need to." He answers distractedly. His head throbbed in time to his Enhancer cravings, itching at the back of his skull even more persistently in the fog. He makes it by projecting Artmesia's sensory skills as a net over the area, though she only does so begrudgingly without a dose.
"Where on Earth was all this fog when I drove here?"
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Date: 2009-03-13 06:08 am (UTC)"Where on Earth was all this fog when I drove here?"