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[center][b][i]Diamond - Chatting up strangers[/i][/b][/center]
For a short while, a thought of turning Gren into a pile of scrap clawed at Diamond’s mind. [i]Woah, where the heck did that come from?[/i] She thought as she shook her head to rid herself of it.
 
Diamond’s eyebrow shot up in surprise at what the stranger said. [i]Family? She doesn’t look a year older than I am. No way she has a kid 17 years old! Or, 15, if you count gun nuts Ozpin likes,[/i] the ex-thief analyzed, on the off-hand supplying, [i]and thus probably has nothing of value to be taken, other than a mortgage claim against her.[/i]
 
“Well, one never knows. Mission might just take me where you live.” she winked, “So, are you someone’s big sis? You don’t look the part if you came here for, you know, ‘parents’ day,” she inquired, not quite able to cover all of the venom that came with that word, “ unless you aged like a really fine whisky, in which case - kudos.” she complimented.
 
Looking at the woman’s face for a few moments, she tried to match it to the students she knew. [i]Nope, I got nothing.[/i]