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Pia continues running a finger along the scar "I just don't want to leave here. I'm settled here unlike anywhere else." She says quietly.
Corbin looked at the screen "five, ten at the most."
"Doesn't help me with what type of puzzle is it." Corbin replies, looking out the window.
"I hope so." Pia mutters quietly, tracing a small scar on her arm.
"What kind of puzzle?" Corbin asks, her head tilted slightly as she puts a hair band round the end of the plait.
Pia sighs "I need to keep it from them, or I'm getting kicked from here."
Corbin smiles "I like finding clues."
"I'm not smart enough for tech." Corbin mutters.
Pia smiles "nothing, you're the only one I trust enough here to tell about my true identity. I mean it's not like a lot of people get held that...
Corbin smiles "well I'm going into field agents, I'm not smart enough for that."
Pia looks away again "they're getting worse." She says before resting her head on his shoulder.
"I know. I just like the creativity of it." Corbin replies, plaiting her hair.
Pia looks back at Archer "it's been about three months since the last time."
"I cut up jigsaw puzzles into other shape s before putting them back together. And getting through everyday, that's a puzzle in itself." Corbin...
Pia looks away, playing with her wrist. "Why did it happen now? Everything was fine until Cree left."
Corbin nods as she watches.
Pia shakes her head "it's not something that medication can fix. It's PTSD."
"What kind of puzzle?" Corbin asks, coming over to sit beside him.
"I was taking them one every two weeks, they just made it worse." Pia says quietly.
Corbin shrugs slightly as she brushes her hair "I don't know."