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<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Liora was still adjusting to life at the Spire. She hadn’t been there for very long, yet already, she grew an inferiority complex. It was difficult to feel that she belonged there, when everyone around her was either a skilled marksman or a sneaky runner. It was especially difficult for someone like her, who didn’t really fit into any of the skill sets that the Spire seemed to most commonly search for, when putting together groups.<br/>
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It didn’t help matters that the way in which she was brought to the Spire was under dire straits. She had fainted due to a nasty combination of dehydration and exhaustion, while searching for supplies, out on her own. When Montana picked her up and brought her to the Medic for treatment, he had made up his mind about her being weak. At least, that was how Liora felt on the matter. After she recovered, under his watchful eye, it became clear that he thought of her as incapable and unable to protect herself.<br/>
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Maybe that was true, but Liora was not willing to accept that fate. Because, surely, it would guarantee her death.<br/>
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That was why, when word had finally spread about a group of volunteers being put together, Liora decided that she would have to get involved. She needed to prove her worth, not only to the experienced survivors, but to herself, as well. When it came time to meet up, Liora found her way to the rendezvous point, preceded by a couple of others who were already gathered there. She didn’t recognize them other than seeing them around the Spire on occasion.<br/>
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Walking up to those gathered, Liora stepped in line with them and smiled at Montana. “I’m here, too.” She added, her voice naturally gentle and unassuming. “There must be something that I can do to contribute. I’ve been hoping for something like this since I arrived.” Liora turned to the others and waved her hand, keeping that smile on her face. “I’m Liora Clemens.”<br/>
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Her sapphire gaze met with each of the others, and landed on Landry. “You’re the Medic, right? I heard that you helped to treat me when I first arrived.” Her features shifted to an apologetic visage. “I’m sorry for the trouble, and I just wanted to say thank you… for everything.” Liora happened to be standing beside him in the line-up, so her voice dropped to a hushed tone to speak with him. “I’ll find some way to repay you,” she promised, sealing it with a sweet smile.</span><br/>
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