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[color=f49ac2][i]It is her blood? Cough it up? [/i][/color] Grazia's eyes widened, as her mind began to process what the child oh so innocently told her, [color=f49ac2][i]Die slower...?![/i][/color] Yet despite all the blood and the prospect of death, she didn't seem to be debilitated by her condition though. Crossing her arms, Grazia tried not to press the subject further. But come to think of it, the girl's optimism despite her medical problems, reminded the pink haired engineer of someone close to her.

Grazia looked to Ayem in a mixture of confusion and concern, curious about Mary's condition. The concern and confusion soon faded once she was handed a card... [i]with money?![/i]

[color=f49ac2]Yowza![/color] She exclaimed, someone was trusting her with money! She had to be the good girl she was and not take this or anything... As tempting as it was. After all, Ayem promised she'd let her have a look at her cybernetics; proud of her skill and knowledge in cybernetics, she couldn't let that opportunity slip away. [color=f49ac2]You can count on me, yo! I'd clean myself up, but this girl prefers showers over car washes.[/color] She said, as she approached the cashbot.