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Baltimore had been marching towards the crowding room, nose up and whistling brightly. The young girl's trek only came to a halt as she watched an unknown man enter a doorway. The chattering that came from within - something about messages? - was audible enough to snag her attention and draw her closer to them. She too peered into the room, watching as the three older men conversed among one another. Her eyes especially drew to their drawn weapons, although the ashy-blue Moloko sniper hoisted over her back outlengthed them by far.

Baltimore straightened her back and held her chin high; she had to at least appear confident, right? Hopefully these men would not jump at the blue tattoos scattered along her left arm and half her face. She was quite tired of being ganged up against, but if these men were all there for the same reason she was summoned...

The young girl took two steps in and let out a low whistle, hoping to catch their attention. She held her hands close to her chest, with the same message as Malachi's and Morikir's pinned between her fingers.