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Nylah had never met a person who was so.. [i]Profane[/i]. Well, she has -lots of them at least-, but something about the woman gave her a sort of caution since she just seemed more overpowering than her. "[color=ec008c]Well.. I'm Nylah.[/color]" She simply answered, stopping herself from looking up and down at the woman as she figured it would be a rude gesture. "[color=ec008c]Didn't mean to look like that... You just seem kind of.. interesting I guess.[/color]" Nylah added in quickly and awkwardly. "[color=ec008c]Well.. As in, your character. Ah, what's your name?[/color]" The teen quickly changed the topic as paparazzis took pictures with some local police keeping them in check, and Nylah seemed to point a finger off to the side. "[color=ec008c]Where ya headed?[/color]" She asked. This was a strange interaction really, or possible befriendment. Normally you don't just keep a conversation with a complete stranger but Nylah figured they were not so much as strangers anymore as she thought and grinned. "[color=ec008c]Cool hair... It's pretty. [i]So cute[/i]..[/color]" She slowly muttered mid-sentence.