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View character profile for: Sera Phryne (rhymes with genie)
Temporary Measures
[OOC: Sera assumes it is STAR Labs after her, but she doesn't actually know, and it could be a small faction or secret internal division of STAR Labs as opposed to the entire organization.]
Sera nodded slowly, absorbing everything Lucius was offering. Legal standing, employment, even a place to stay. It was all happening so fast—faster than she had anticipated, faster than she had allowed herself to believe possible. But she wasn’t about to turn it down. Not when she had spent months scraping by, barely staying ahead of the inevitable. If this was an outstretched hand instead of a closed door, she’d take it.
“I appreciate that,” she said, measured, but genuinely grateful. “And I promise, whatever concessions you have to make, I won’t make this harder than it has to be. I’ll cooperate with whatever legal gymnastics need to happen to keep me out of a courtroom.” There was a hint of dry humor in her voice, but the truth sat underneath it—she had no illusions about what it would take to make this legitimate. STAR Labs wasn’t going to make a scene if they didn’t have to, not with Wayne Enterprises involved.
The second option, however, made her pause. A new identity. A clean slate. If she had come here a week ago, she might have considered it. Might have seen it as the only way to disappear completely. But that wasn’t why she had come. She wasn’t trying to vanish. She was trying to fix what had been broken.
She shook her head, offering Lucius a small, assured look. “I won’t need a new identity. If STAR Labs wanted to drag me back, they would have found a way long before now. And if I start running again, that’s just another way of telling them they still have control over me.” Her fingers tightened slightly on the tablet, a quiet anchor to remind herself this was real.
“The apartment—if you’re willing to extend that—will be enough. Temporary. Just until I get this under control.” She tilted her head slightly, a hint of a self-aware smirk slipping into her tone. “I’ll try not to wear out my welcome.”