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INT. LOBBY DESK -- LIGHTED

You shake hands with her. She's got a tough grip for a little beach girl. Then again, as she leans forward, you think you see the glint of gun metal under her chair. She's no ordinary beach girl.

You tell her your name, and she smiles.

"I'm Kelly Krye. Need some help?"

To say no and leave...

To say you're lost...

To ask about anything Orion-related...

TO DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL, NOTIFY ADMINISTRATORS TO BEGIN INDEPENDENT SEQUENCE

To leave this Environment: return to the Master page or make a comment/suggestion...