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_{“Past curfew, Ackerman.” As if anyone followed that thing anyways. “Dare I ask what you’re doing?”}

_{“Ah…” It wasn’t as if she was willing enough to tell the truth, let alone to her superior– but she wasn’t about to try and lie, either. A quiet exhale escaped through her nose, and she turned away from the other to gaze ahead of her.}

_{“… If I told you I just wanted to look at the stars for a while, would you believe me?” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t a blatant lie either.}