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I just wouldn't feel comfortable.

- Oh, hi. - Hey.

I told her to wait for a backup team. She insisted she didn't need one,

If she succeeds, her spell will ionise the atmosphere, disrupting the tracer's signal.

- Will. - I know. Talk later.

It's just tonight, it's kind of a specific crowd. You might feel out of place.

- I choose to feel threatened. - And why not?

Riley just walked in.

He'll see that.

- And Finn will take it hard. - That's why sooner is better.

You've been busy. Fighting armies and stuff.

- You said you wanted to invite someone. - No, not... No one.

An, I keep telling you, four's the max, and only if you have an ace.

When I get back.

Well, since June, anyway. Where'd you get it?

- and it stays that way. - Right.

I don't like to brag.

Will they reintegrate them into society?

Trust me when I say you're gonna find out.

This is Alpha team, go ahead.

I mean, they are anti-demon.

Take Anya nice places. Buy pretty things.

- Really? - Told me so herself.

My pseudo-soldier memory bank tells me that's a tracer.

Then Professor Walsh said I was as amazing as Riley had said.

and we could do something.

Actually, I'm finished.

So, how does it work?

I just thought this was supposed to be, you know, us.