[Turning to fully face Cassandra, the totality of Harding's judgement bores into her. He's carrying a plastic cup of coffee with him, takeout from the Blue Moon. His grip on it is tight, dark brown liquid welling up from the hole in the lid. There's a sharp, accusatory note in his tone, like he's unsure if this is the world's worst joke (probable, given the track record of some of these people, like the little shit-for-brains that keyed his car.]
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[Turning to fully face Cassandra, the totality of Harding's judgement bores into her. He's carrying a plastic cup of coffee with him, takeout from the Blue Moon. His grip on it is tight, dark brown liquid welling up from the hole in the lid. There's a sharp, accusatory note in his tone, like he's unsure if this is the world's worst joke (probable, given the track record of some of these people, like the little shit-for-brains that keyed his car.]