[color=orchid]"Eh, well, not sure what else to call it. I protected the neighborhood..."[/color] since the DDF wouldn't, she thought, but didn't say. [color=orchid]"—and people gave me money, or food, or whatever they felt like."[/color] She shuffled a bit, uncomfortable. It wasn't obvious what her situation was, but it [i]was[/i] obvious that she had mixed feelings about discussing it. [color=orchid]"Ah, Simonova Federica-san. Tha's me,"[/color] she introduced, giving a slightly limp-wristed salute. [color=orchid]"At least it's easy to say in Japanese, innit? Got too many syllables, though. Thus, Rika-san,"[/color] she explained with a grin. It didn't last long, though. [color=orchid]"Right, paperwork. Suppose I should start on it, huh? Don't suppose the DDF is keen to pay overtime, 'specially not to miss 'eight words per minute' here,"[/color] she said as she moved her one hand, pretending to type with one finger very slowly.