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POOBARI STOOD HOLDING THE DELIVERY tag out to them, impatient to be leaving.
"Is one of you going to accept the fetch or do we need to call for someone else?"
Jak didn't respond, but he pulled out his communicator and accepted the package. Poobari didn't wait around after unlocking the door. He made his way back to the front near his desk. The sound of desperate inmates calling out to him as he waddled back down the halls didn’t seem to bother him.
Ladi stood staring at the two of them as if she'd invited them over for a meal.
"What are you doing here?" Rasha asked.
"My final exam didn't go well. When things got worse, I ended up in here again with Poobari. He really is a horrible man, but it's either here or someplace worse." She shrugged.
How could she just shrug? Rasha wonder
