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Li shuffled hurridly into the lobby with small, truncated steps. Her hair was pulled up into a loose pony tail with wisps of black hair hanging down in front of her eyes. "Sorry! Am I late?"

The furniture in the lobby indicated she was not and Li smiled, guilt instantly cleared. Carefully, she weaved between furniture, cataloging Rick's possessions in a fashion more similar to triage than snooping. In black loose fitting yoga pants, a grey tank top and sneakers, she was prepared to be put to work.

Her arms, bare, were snakes. Li was built like gazelle, lean and almost too trim.

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