[This far south, Katie thinks she's alone. And while she isn't deliberately drawing attention to herself, there's the soft humming, barely heard on the breeze, barely carrying-- but maybe enough for a perceptive gunman.
She's humming an Enya song, mind. Boadicea, to be precise.]
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She's humming an Enya song, mind. Boadicea, to be precise.]