[Nat's been weirdly good at finding things for years. She makes a beeline for the fruit or can or whatever as if she'd seen it roll that way and returns, but just as she feared, when she stretches her hand out to get it into the bag something soaked and fuzzy bounces off it and dissolves into steam.]
[It's a sudden feeling, just... something under her braided hair, across her scalp, something sort of tight and itchy as scars appear where no scars had been before. They're really not visible, but she feels it.]
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[Nat's been weirdly good at finding things for years. She makes a beeline for the fruit or can or whatever as if she'd seen it roll that way and returns, but just as she feared, when she stretches her hand out to get it into the bag something soaked and fuzzy bounces off it and dissolves into steam.]
[It's a sudden feeling, just... something under her braided hair, across her scalp, something sort of tight and itchy as scars appear where no scars had been before. They're really not visible, but she feels it.]
...oh.
It's nothing. Act normal, we're watched.