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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Kitchen<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F4VR-6AS0-l4&amp;hash=a0ae5525b3170f94d5d4e096b01954be" href="https://youtu.be/4VR-6AS0-l4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche</a><br/>Tagging:  Kenji, Iris,<br/>Mentioning:  Alissa<br/><br/>Handing her credit card to Kenji, Terry waited for Iris's response. But what was that look that the girl was giving her? Iris usually was a hard person to read, with a poker face and a short, terse style of speaking. She held her feelings in way too much.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"Sure. Sure, I can give you a ride."</span><br/><br/>And there was that poker face once more. Aside from Alissa, Iris was the hardest for Terry to figure out. When she'd dragged the girl into the kitchen earlier, she'd been trying to keep her from fading into the wallpaper. Surely she didn't think Terry was trying to set her up on a date. Her own social life was in shambles, so trying to matchmake any of the siblings was out of the question.<br/><br/>She'd had so many failed relationships. And only one lover. Megan was a biker babe who saved Terry's life when she, her partner and two uniform cops got caught in the middle of a battle between two biker gangs. But Megan was gone. Killed when she ran her bike head-on into a semi. And the only other woman Terry had feelings for was straight. She had no intention of ruining a perfectly good friendship with Idris by making awkward advances towards her. If something happened between them, it would have to be on Idris's terms.<br/><br/>Having a social life had been hard ever since the Zero Event. Her job as a cop and her other job as a caregiver to the siblings, those two responsibilities came first. And when the caregiver job was no longer possible, it was replaced by her new job of trying to control all the experiences and horrors that the Matrix was stuffing into her brain.<br/><br/>She nodded as Iris gave her her number, and began assembling a list, heavy on fruits and vegetables and on meats other than the canned or over-processed variety. The list got quite long before she finally ended the text message with the suggestion that if they thought of anything else she'd forgotten and they thought was necessary, buy it. "With the exception of kids cereals or expensive foods like caviar, white truffles, oysters, saffron and the like." She could only image a protest because she'd just banned Captain Crunch and Fruit Loops, thus reaffirming her status as the no-fun Aunt.