[@FlitterFaux][@Plank Sinatra][@Ayazi][@Silvan Haven][@Write][@LokiLeo789][@Crimmy]

[b]Lucas Schwarz[/b]

[b]"Yeah, I figured, sorry about tha—"[/b] I began, before the masked girl abruptly and hastily cut me off to amend her statement. No, but yes? What was that supposed to mean? 

Did I not have to clock my sisters?

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long before she explained her words further, very plainly fighting through nerves. It wasn't that we were overly loud so much as everything around her was loud and disorienting, then?

I blinked.

Waited a moment.

Sat on things as she floundered through her sentences, understandingly nodding along. Been there before, don't worry.

And then, finally, I spoke once she had explained herself all the way out. If we weren't directly at fault, all the better, but still being part of the overt noise overload still did feel kind of bad. Not to mention, if she needed help getting somewhere, I had no reason to turn her down with a scroll and the map function so handy.

I favored the masked woman with an easy, friendly smile.

[b]"Ah, yeah. I can get where you're coming from. The hustle of a city's a bit different from the countrysi--"[/b]

[b]"S-Skye!"[/b] she abruptly spurted out, cutting me off mid-sentence again. I really hoped that wouldn't be a trend...

And evidently, we'd [i]both[/i] forgotten about the whole "names" thing. How embarrassing. Had I forgotten common courtesy's first rule, here? All these last-minute trips and missions must have been getting to me, really.

I guess that meant neither of us really needed to apologize, at least?

...I got the distinct feeling that it was a lot less understandable on my end than it was for her. After all, I was, if nothing else, clearly more used to talking to people...

[b]"My name is Skye."[/b]

[b]"And I'm Luke."[/b] I returned the introduction, hoping that she wasn't fretting too hard about it. Donmai, daijobu desu. We all screw up, Fox-lady. [b]"Pleasure to meet you, Skye. You said something about needing directions?"[/b]

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[@Crimmy][@Sho Minazuki]

[color=silver][b]STERLING JOHNSON

"Yo, Shuai! Varius!"[/b][/color]

The food stand, recently deprived of one of it's few customers, was approached once more by a tall, powerful figure. A masculine, if somewhat rougher than usual voice was calling out to the staff, whilst an arm of pure silver waved in greeting, the advanced machinery looking almost human in the fluidity of the motion.

Running his organic hand back through his short and disheveled silver hair, the former acting leader of the currently defunct SESL smirked as he drew up to the stall, his stubble-lined jaw seeming almost as though it, for a brief second, needed to remember how.

[color=silver][b]"Slow day out here, huh, guys?"[/b][/color]

Sterling Johnson had [i]finally[/i] manned the hell up and come out of hiding.

That, or he may have ran through his stockpile of "I just cocked up bad" liquor and felt like hell in a handbasket, but either possibility probably meant that him being here was an improvement.

Hopefully, the guys wouldn't care too much which was which.