[It's a great relief when the spirit gives them the passcode, but Caitlyn doesn't stop frowning until he's well out of sight, and even then the frown doesn't go away, merely morphing from something that she hopes will be intimidating into something more thoughtful.]
We got what they needed.
[And no real harm done. She'll take it as a win.]
Come on. [And she turns and heads for the door to the gambling den.]
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We got what they needed.
[And no real harm done. She'll take it as a win.]
Come on. [And she turns and heads for the door to the gambling den.]