[h3][u]Pyotr[/u][/h3]
Listening to the poor girl crying in broken Japanese was both heartbreaking and painful for Pyotr's linguistic heritage... It was a miracle that the child had survived so far, although a certain cynical part of her suspected that tears had played a big part in finding people to care for the girl. Still, she knew well enough to understand that she had a duty of care. [b]'Can... I join too? I've generally avoided parties because... well, I just have.'[/b] Actually the main reason behind Pyotr's status as a solo player was a complete lack of confidence on her part; up till now she had declined any hint of partying up for fear of messing up and embarrassing herself. [b]'So... What are your... names?'[/b] Pyotr found herself stuck for anything more meaningful to say; ironic since half of her work as a street peddler was idle gossip.