<o></o> Anja accepted the drink graciously.
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“Grazie, Damien.”
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Her head was hurting and for the moment all she wanted to do was lie down; or disappear for a little while. But, none of those seemed to be an option. Instead, she silently watched the new display of talent in front of her; though she couldn’t see specifics, she saw the general idea of all the previous and now present performances.

She set the Coke in her hand on the floor just aside from her sandaled feet; truthfully the liquid really held no interest to her, not at this moment.
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All the while, even during her little spaz, Mel had been awkwardly and uncharacteristically quiet; but Anja really didn’t blame her. Being up, close and personal when she transformed or even partially changed was a bit scary. The performance before her was rather boring and maybe now Mel was slightly less shocked.
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Rather lamely, Drake gazed over with all her sense to Melina. By her posture, Anja could tell that she was staring directly at her. The two of them just silently starred for a moment before Mel’s form softened and Anja could tell she was breathing again.
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“ . . . Woah!” Mel bubbled out; the way she spoke signaled she was smiling. “That was intense! Anja, why didn’t you say you could do that?!”
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She didn’t know how to respond, so a mere shrug erupted as a embarrassed smile came to her lips.