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Two days later, just as Leila was wrapping up from work, Nyarai stood in the greenhouse, arms crossed, her expression a mixture of annoyance and appreciation, the nuances of which were necessarily lost to Leila, who hardly knew her. “You're not very subtle, you know,” she said.
There were still colleagues of Leila's about, ones whose shift ended later than hers, and so the bluntness was an alarming shock. Not that Nyarai had said what Leila wasn't subtle about, but it really could only be one thing.
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Leila turned to look at Nyarai, eyes blinking in mild shock. She hurriedly looked around behind her, to her colleagues to see if they were paying any mind to this discussion. “Neither are you…” The accusation was succinct, brows furrowed into an angry mien as she looked at the other woman. “Can we talk about this somewhere private?” she asked, knowing immediately that this could only be about one topic. And one that shouldn't be conversed about in mixed company.
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“I see you at least have the decency to feel embarrassed,” Nyarai barbed, eyes narrowing sharply. “Fine. You done for the day, or do I need to wait until you've finished up?” If there were enough emotional leeway in the situation, Leila might have noticed Nyarai primarily sounded tired, like someone who had spent hours worried about something - but as it were, Nyarai just felt like a threat to a carefully constructed card house.
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She couldn't help the roll of her eyes at Nyarai's attempt to needle her. Shaking her head to the follow up question, she straightened out of the crouch she was in. “No. I'm done.” A quick glance around the area to make sure she had cleaned and put away everything that she had been using today. Dirty hands wiped away on her pants before she gestured at Nyarai to lead the way, wherever that might end up.
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And lead the way she did, if not particularly far. There wasn't enough space in the corridors to simply slip to the side somewhere, but there were public toilets near the greenhouse, and Nyarai promptly made to grab Leila by the shoulder and tug her into one of the lavatories. She closed the door on the small space and glowered freely at Leila. “Just what are you thinking?” she asked, hissing the words as she forced the volume of her voice down as far as it could reasonably go. “If you slip up once, just once, how do you intend to explain that to base medical staff?”