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Megan gave him a sad little smile. "I don't think being a fighter or not has much to do with it," she said. "But I'm glad you're here anyway."
She fluttered up and back, patting one of the shelves protectively. "It's okay, he doesn't really mean it. I think." Landing again, she sat on the nearby countertop, swinging her legs. "The hours are on the window, and you can show up pretty much whenever you like for the first few days. After you're used to things, I can leave Fixit to you and have myself a nice day off." It felt weird giving orders to her former teacher--and with Annie gone, did that make Megan the boss of him?--but she thought that she could get over that easily enough.
"How are you liking the City so far? Isn't it awesome not to have food and toilet paper rations? Oh." She shook her head. "When did you come from? Because if you haven't been to Utopia yet, be prepared for food and toilet paper rations."