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For a moment, the young man pressed onwards towards the mailboxes, before looking back.  His irises, plain as they were, glanced up and down at the both of them, as if he was viewing a piece of fine furniture.  Was it normal for women to smile so much?  While he was Down There, he spent most of his time pounding subjects into worthless shadows, most of them quite deserving of such punishments.

It was strange, to say the least, to see a smile on a person that wasn't caused by sadism or masochism.

"My name is Yosef; nice to meet you, Bessie.  And...you are...?"

The question pointed at Blake.  For a brief moment, Yosef's brows twitched into a frown, but be it by force of habit or purpose was left to dubious doubts.