[Jack lifts herself to her feet, bad mood immediately dashed as the promise of a good fight rears its head through the brush. Not just one, but two good fights.]
Must be my birthday.
[She doesn't have one, so she can make that joke whenever she wants. That's how that works. She grins at Washington.]
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Must be my birthday.
[She doesn't have one, so she can make that joke whenever she wants. That's how that works. She grins at Washington.]
Yeah. Tears right through it.