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Graffiti jumped from where she sat, drawing her pistol and aiming it at the man approaching her. She wasn't sure, but it seemed like the same guy that she had spotted from the corner of her eye before on the street - though without the extra head, this time. She took a moment to size him up; everything about the guy screamed total sleazeball. Her finger moved to the trigger of her gun as the man extended his fist, but relaxed as he slowly turned it into a point.

The dialect was difficult to understand, but Graffiti picked up enough to know what was said. "Don't know what you find so interesting with me, friend. Seems to me we aren't the types to get along too well," Graffiti retorted, lowering her weapon slightly. She studied his face with intent, hoping to find some information on him later on if she had the chance. "If you want to talk, then talk. Otherwise, I'm on my way out of here."