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Honestly. Honestly. Ms. Keaton had the tendency to apply human reason to a scenario devoid of humanity.

Let her back up a bit.

There had been an infestation, a growth of mold expanding over an entire city block. Except no human eye nor instrument could trace the organism, and as opposed to causing physical ailments, it more or less drained the life force of whatever it happened to touch. Hence, people fell ill by the dozens, risking permanent and potentially fatal ailments, and the CDC was left scratching their heads as to why.

And Jaden. Lucky Jaden was hired to investigate part of the matter. To see if there was a chance bioterrorism was at play. And Nigel, her ever 'faithful' assistant, had been the one to bear the brunt of that workload. To give her all when she would rather eat dirt and die. Instead, Nigel with her second sight saw a growth where there shouldn't be, and in a fit of boredom, Nigel had discovered that fire would eat away the infestation.

So Nigel, in her reasoning, suggested to Jaden that she set things on fire.

Now, the woman was here, closing Cynthia's door with more force than was likely warranted. She frowned at the resulting rattle, before huffing in what could possibly be anger. "Damn her," she mumbled. "It is not ludicrous."