[For Bay] Taking responsibility

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Daphne didn't know how long the graffiti had been on the compound wall, she didn't get around to the back of the building that often. She hadn't seen it when the compound had been all wild wild west, but today she'd just been wandering around, checking out the garden, then going to visit the chickens, and she'd seen it: the same street art that had been all over Kansas City, the little girl with axes and hammers.

There was only one possible explanation. She knew she hadn't done it, and was pretty sure Wilke hadn't done it, so that narrows it down to one plausible suspect.

She headed directly into their shared room, finding Bay already there, which saved her the trouble of tracking her roommate down. "Hi. We need to talk."

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Daphne's eyes narrowed. "Of course not. But I'll bet we can find out if anyone has been complaining if we talk to the IPD." She raised her eyebrows at Bay expectantly. "I'll even go with you."

[neither_a_nor_b]

"You don't have to," Bay replied. She could see in Daphne's eyes that she was doomed no matter what, but hell if Bay was going to come quietly. It wasn't a crime; it was her art and she wasn't going to apologize for it.

"Because I'm not going."

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Daphne sighed, irritated but not really surprised. "...Fine." She stood up and headed for the door. If Bay wouldn't do the right thing, she had no choice but to do it herself. Even if Bay hated her for it.