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Raquel Phillips | 2nd Person You're very sure this could go very wrong. At best, you manage to get someone — or more than one, at the "better best" — out of here. At worst, you become underling to a lady with some unethical staffing practices. You hope things don't come to the latter. You slip under a pile of equipment, the air tinged with the smell of gunpowder. A fine layer of it settles on your shoulders, and you make a mental note not to bump into any fire types later. Especially that Vulpix in the clown outfit. As if she wasn't already crazy enough. You came to admire the lady's daring back when she wasn't a total pyroman