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[b]"Sure."[/b]

Her response was curt and simple. A bizarre response from someone who didn't like the sophistry of the red light district. The lanky tourist with the suitcase dashed out of the red light district, which Marina was fine with. While she was curious about why someone would enter it so unprepared, she really didn't care enough about it to follow her out. Her goals didn't entail getting to know every strange face by heart. No, empty curiosity was useless. She needed to investigate on the specifics.

The host really was a twat. She could respect the hustle, though. Even in the face of Marina's lazy attempt at intimidation, he still tried to make his dough and bake it. That was at least worth something in this day and age. The issue of overpriced drinks and dumb club things wasn't really much of an issue for Marina. She still had her fight money nest egg. She never really got to spend much of it, after all.

[b]"But spare me the fake platitudes,"[/b] she insisted, [b]"I'd rather not have to hate you personally."[/b]

So for now, she would enter with the host and ask him a few questions about a few faces she had printed out with her. Maybe get wind of a few rumours here and there. Really, anything that someone like him would know about.