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Despite her apparent determination to move forward, Alvis's departure seems to have left Verity frozen. She stares blankly over your shoulder at her office door. The room around you is nearly as blank as her expression, drab tan walls lined with short bookshelves. It doesn't sound as though Verity's had much time to make the space her own, but you realize you don't have much sense of how she'd want to decorate anyway.

If there's going to be any further conversation, it seems like it'll fall on you to make it.