[Which draws a small, rueful chuckle - she's been so lost in her own thoughts she didn't even read any verbal or other cues to suggest she was pissed at all. That's a failure on her part, her brain just...not being itself.]
[Too many thoughts, too many memories of that other Franky to sort out.]
[But she'd been through breaches before - they'd never bothered her like this, never lingered. She'd taken a deep breath, and moved on and...why not this time?]
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[Too many thoughts, too many memories of that other Franky to sort out.]
[But she'd been through breaches before - they'd never bothered her like this, never lingered. She'd taken a deep breath, and moved on and...why not this time?]
Then what are you pissed at?