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Claudia shot the red haired boy a look putting her sunglasses back on.  What a surly little cunt he was to say she had never experienced the harsh reality of the world.  Why, she had half a mind to storm over and backhand the bastard, but she kept her composure.  She was more refined now than her haughty, youngr self.  A brief bought of laughter and sass, she turned to him with a hand on her hip, [color=ed145b]~"Honey, the slums would be a cake walk compared to what I have experienced.  Try being a scared little girl running from a mob of knights during the bloody Crusades, or [i]better yet[/i], hiding from the Nazis in the Warsaw Ghetto."~[/color]

Dark times she spoke of indeed, and oddly as though....she had experienced them firsthand.

Impressed she was no less with the boy's knowledge of firearms, raising an eyebrow as he disassembled the small pistol then put it all back together, not a piece out of place.