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[Daneca is looking for Scott and Cassel. She goes looking for Scott first, however. He told her that he was hunkering down in the infirmary and the moment all of the noises outside her cabin stop, Daneca makes a beeline for the infirmary in that direction. Of course, by then, Scott's gone. She could just make a post to the network to try and track him and Cassel both down, but Daneca isn't thinking entirely clearly. She just wants to find them and make sure they're okay. Somehow, she manages to keep it to a fast walk.]

[She makes her way through the halls and knocks on each of their cabins.]

[Once Daneca has managed to find Scott and Cassel, she makes her way up to the deck, moving into the garden to just sit in the quiet for a while.]

private - stiles.

So I realize this is possibly not a good time, but um, I thought that we should talk. Since I know that Scott told you about me. About what I can do, I mean.

[A beat.]

And he probably already told you that I know, too.

[Scott probably really can't keep anything from Stiles.]

I just wanted to say thank you. For not telling anybody else. It means a lot because while I know you and Scott are best friends and you'd take each other's secrets to the grave, you still don't owe me anything. You didn't have to keep that secret.

So thank you.

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[Allison glances over and returns Daneca's smile, but...something in her expression has changed, and she's a little confused by it. She tries to remember if Scott's ever mentioned a Daneca, but comes up empty.

Still puzzling over it, she offers Daneca her hand, her smile breaking with a wince and a soft sound of discomfort...but goddamnit she's shaking her hand.

She hates being this feeble and helpless.]

Nice to meet you...and whatever you've heard about me is an exaggeration, I promise you. Scott...likes to build people up. So does Lydia, if you know her. Stiles is just...well...Stiles.

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[Daneca hesitates for a second before taking Allison's hand. Bare hands still freak her out a little even after ten months on the Barge, but she gets through it.]

I uh... I don't think Scott was building you up. I mean, I obviously don't know you that well, but I don't think he'd lie. You're important to him.

[Daneca knows she should probably mention that she's dating him now. The longer she waits, the more awkward and more difficult it will be to say so, but it's not something that just rolls off the tip of your tongue.]

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[Allison shakes her hand briefly, but firmly, suddenly realizing that she should have been paying attention with the damn gloves and all. For the moment, she blames it on the pain and the fatigue.

Instead, she rolls her eyes, still smiling wearily.]

It's not a lie, not to Scott. He just has a habit of seeing good in everyone...even if it's tiny. Like...a cluster of cells tiny.

[She pauses to measure out the tiniest space she can between thumb and forefinger, hoping to make the other girl relax. She's just so uncertain now, so tense, and there's something about it that's really bothering her. She hides it, though, as her smile turns curious.]

So, are you and Scott...close? [In the back of her mind, something is latching onto the truth. The rest of her is blind to it, ignoring it, because she's already in enough pain. She just put this behind her, and she's just not strong enough to have to face it again quite so soon.

Daneca's unease bothers her. She doesn't know why. And she won't know why, so long as she doesn't have to say it...or hear it...]

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[There's a moment after Allison asks her question that Daneca simply freezes. That stupid look somehow, she thinks, doesn't manage to get back on her face, but she still feels exactly like a deer caught in headlights for a moment and swallows hard.]

Uh yeah. We are. We um.

[Say it, Daneca.]

[Daneca draws a deep breath and just narrowly avoids just blurting it out.]

We're dating. [She glances down at her hands in her lap.] I'm sorry, I probably should have said something about it sooner. I just... I didn't want things to be super awkward, but I guess I kinda screwed that up a little bit.