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Lilah pursed her lips into an annoyed pout before shrugging and leaning one shoulder against the passage wall. “Sure. What’s up?”
Ridley looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was within earshot. She returned her gaze to Lilah and smiled. “Remember that extra-curricular activity you were getting into just before the Cataclysm? You still do that kinda thing?”
Lilah’s face closed off immediately. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ridley crossed her arms. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You do a great job of pretending that all you care about is nail polish and celebrities and your never-ending shoe collection, but I know you speak the language of computers far better than you speak fashion.”
Lilah’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she did an impressive job
