Masks 2

Oh jeez. Maria was having a rough time there. An actual, physical, real headache caused by Lex existing and being around her and being loud about being around her. People starting the meeting out by lying. Everyone getting upset about everything immediately. God. She was already so tired. More people here than she remembered, were they all hiding from Superbullshit too? Ugh.

Somewhere in the middle of this dramatic mysterious nonsense she cracked open a water bottle to express confusion- why couldn't people just talk. Be transparent. Actually tell you what the fuck they wanted from you instead of just staring. Stop talking in the fucking godvoice when we had mics goddamn. When that finished, it dropped down above her lap, and she started taking notes on talking points, because everyone was talking and to be perfectly frank, it was hard to keep up.

1: Prism thing/transparency within org/accountability/ONLY as a means of contacting new people until we know can trust them?
1a: Dream identity protection briefing ://///
2: Kid, why named? Why in meeting? General identity briefing for newbies jfc
3: What we're setting up afterward (talk to blue/white hair lady maybe, forest people stuff)
4: Environmental issues now? City planning??? Dream come true??? Love it- What group are we :/

And then she kept quiet and waited because. The child who was here for some fucking reason (maybe she should say something, but if- actually wait no-) Point two, actually, on the list, was crossed out and removed.

"Hey, before that, sorry hon," Maria spoke up, looking briefly to Orla. Up front, to the girl, a gentle tone, and then uhhhhh terse! "Why is the kid here? If the previous explanation, of which that better not have been her real name, was true? She shouldn't be here now that the goofs are over. The transparency has been low on the onset so far, feel I need to ask. She shouldn't know things that can be pried out of her."