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Aya very much didn't appreciate the spit from Skull nor his condescending words. [color=00aeef]"Thank you f-for the criticism. I'd not quite gotten enough of that y-yet."[/color] She honestly wanted to flip the dude off, but she lacked the energy. That and she felt this psycho fuck would just put a bullet in her head, and she quite liked having a brain.

Aya slid down behind some cover when she heard Verd call out her name. He was different. At least from the other time she'd seen him, he was far less bouncy and excitable. Perhaps that's just how he copped with the stress of combat? [color=00aeef]"N-no, I don't carry a weapon."[/color] Aya cringed as a sharp stab of pain ran through her, her body reminding her of how badly she was wounded. [color=00aeef]"Unless... You count a syringe as aaa, a weapon."[/color] Aya slowly tipped her medical bag onto the floor next to her, a few small needles and a scalpel rolling out onto the floor.