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“It’s just a lot of responsibility.” She tugs on a strand of blue hair. “What if I mess up? Like, what if I get lost in the ducts and can’t get to the lab? Or what if I can’t start the fire or…” “You won’t mess up. And Adam will be right there the entire time in case there’s a problem.” She nods, but she bites on the edge of one of her black fingernails. “The rest of you are just so smart and talented. You and Chris can fight. Adam’s a genius, and Trent’s basically a ninja…but I’m just a girl with a sketchbook.” Okay, she is way overestimating Trent’s skills. I stop and turn to face her. “You are not just a girl with a sketchbook. You helped us with Wombat, remember? We wouldn’t be able to buy any of this stuff now without your help. And you’re the only one who can fit in the air ducts.
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