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“Congrats, you just confirmed it.” Velera smiled at him, staring with the eyes of a predator.

"You can't prove anything," he shrugged, looking about the place that was now as clean as when he first came in. Blackheart's shadow moved erratically, not quite correctly with the light being cast. She's a sharp one, isn't she? Perhaps a little accident should befall her... Integra just sighed, used to the demon's provocations.

With a yawn and beginning to stretch, the Blackheart simply agreed with Velera. "Yeah, sure Ghosty. It's late and that was a big enough mess anyways. I'm sure Akita won't mind."

The AI started talking to Blackheart again, via neural link "Eventful first day, eh love? I like your co-worker. She's feisty."

Groaning and starting to feel the effects of the imbibed liquor, Integra looked at the few people still in the bar. "Last Call! We're closing up shop. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!"