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There's only so much symbiote-wrangling a person can take. And after spending more than a little time trying to settle Toxin down and convince him to act as close to reasonable as he can get, Pat's decided on a new plan: he's going to wear out Toxin until he's too tired to complain.

Why are we doing this is again?

"You're always saying you want out, so come out. Exercise time."

What?

"You heard me. Suit up, we're going for a run."

It's not long before Toxin's given up on prodding for answers and the two are just scrambling through the city, running, jumping, and webslinging, with only occasional pauses on the side of a building to see if anyone else is out and about.

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"It's not always that frustrating. And I'm sure somebody else around here has a worse one-how many people have you talked to? I know there's still a lot of new people I should talk to..."

She lifts her arms above her head to pull on each elbow and work the lingering tension out of her shoulders a little.

"Not very many. I'm kind of avoiding that whole command structure business as much as possible until I get my own bearings here a little more."

Truth be told she's still sorting through that nightmare vision Lyta showed her in bits and pieces. Every time she gets the crawling sensation that the ship is watching her (which happens more than she would like) that black monster's gaze meeting hers rears back into her thoughts and grips her insides like an ice fist.

"I should probably talk to a couple of people, actually..."

Lyta for starters.

"Talking's a good idea. Might find someone from the same place you are, or find out something interesting anyway." He sighs. "Or you just might find out what names to yell to duck for the next time we get in a fight with something that wants to kill us."

Pat makes a face. "You're lucky that you missed the roaches."

She snorts.

"Dude are you kidding? I'm PISSED I missed the roaches. From what I've heard it sounds like it would have been an awesome fight."

Pat sighs as he looks to Toxin. "Of course of you." Looking back to Rose, he frowns. "It was a hard one. Roaches everywhere, and they were huge."

She smirks. "Huge like 'hey that's the size of my hand' or huge like 'I could ride on one of those'?

"Huge like 'I could ride it, but it's trying to eat me right now'. They actually did eat somebody before we killed them all."

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