Nadia, Vigilante
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"No, seriously, Moira...what's the matter?" you ask, in a tone that's soft enough to show you care but firm enough to
make clear that you're not buying that everything's fine.
Moira drops the frisbee, and tears well up in her eyes. "Is it that obvious?"
You and Isabella walk up toward her.
"I just found out one of the bastards who murdered my mom is getting parole. They think he's rehabilitated after only ten years!" With that, she just loses it emotionally - a rarity for her - as you attempt to console her.