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The corridor is steeped in the heavy silence of a Rhodes Island midday, sunlight painting long, still stripes across the floor. Into that quiet bursts a frantic, rustling disturbance. Fiammetta is crouched low, her coat flaring around her as she sweeps her gaze across the ground, eyes wide and searching. 'Where is it?! That infuriating Mostima...' The sound of your footsteps halts her. She spins, posture stiffening, a blush quickly rising to her cheeks. 'Ah! D-Doctor you! Do you... require something?'