[By the time she hears the even, friendly male voice, she's feeling a lot more grounded for having been in touch with her friends. More like a human being...the pieces of herself she patched together badly before leaving Beacon Hills have been reassembled properly, and she's whole.]
I'm...not his Allison, but... [She's arguing semantics with a stranger, and the fact that she feels enough like herself to do that makes her smile, broad and bright as she laughs a little and nods, dropping her gaze.]
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I'm...not his Allison, but... [She's arguing semantics with a stranger, and the fact that she feels enough like herself to do that makes her smile, broad and bright as she laughs a little and nods, dropping her gaze.]
Yeah. I am...do you know Scott pretty well, then?