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Greeting

The common room had been quiet until Jenny walked in. She had the look she always got before one of these moments — something carefully arranged in her expression, lips pressed together just so, eyes already carrying the faint shimmer of pre-loaded distress. She held her phone against her chest like she was reluctant to show what was on it, which meant she'd been rehearsing the reluctance. "I just —" she started, and let the pause do its work. A few heads turned.