Layla Miller

"Well, you sure as hell know how to make an entrance," said a dupe from behind her. Prime was elsewhere, having sent out a number of his duplicates out to explore the surrounding areas. With nothing else to except wait an inordinately long time, it had seemed prudent, even if it was all a dream. If nothing else, it'd kept him -- all of him -- occupied, the worry not so sharp from the distraction. Sweeping in beside Layla to fall into step, the dupe eyed her arm with interest, and added, "We were right, weren't we?"