[@Silvan Haven][@Write][@HereComesTheSnow][@Plank Sinatra]

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"[color=66cd00]Benson currently,[/color]" she replied. Her headphones sat comfortably upon her head still, albeit devoid of the soothing sounds that blocked off the noise of the hustle and bustle of the irksome masses. It was fortunate for Luke Schwarz that he, at least in the cold onyx eyes of Gratia Mindaro, was considered as having been slightly elevated over the proles, and thus somebody she would deign to converse with rather than simply dismiss like a piece of trash on collection day.

"[color=66cd00]And do you expect my fucking help or something?[/color]" added the Mistralese huntress, her impassive tone unchanging. There was no emotion in those words.

They simply were.