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[Wandering around the sector today is a new face, though that may not be the most noticeable thing about her. Walking around in a plaid shirt over a stretched white tank top, this ginger haired woman's belly protrudes the way only eight and a half months of gestation would allow it. She's understandably skittish considering the circumstances of her arrival; one last pull of data from those under investigation, a glitched node sucked into the vortex of Marina for its last day.