[h2][color=purple]Շђє ς๏ภՇг๏ɭɭєг[/color][/h2]
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	[color=purple]"Child? Why, I oughta--"[/color] [color=gray]Cane swinging from her shoulder to point at the other masked one, she stops. Her stance and stature certainly suggest younger life, and she pauses as she realizes that she may, in fact, be younger than everyone present. The men, once they stand, are taller than she and her voice even reflects that to a degree. She freezes in place as if she is a fencer is caught in the middle of a still life paint commission. The cogs of her mindscape feel jammed until there is a click and she is caught up to the present.[/color]

	[color=purple]"Yeah, yeah, I speak your language [sub]too simple not to[/sub]. But enough about me!"[/color] [color=gray]She waltzes up to the beaked one and hunches over slightly, looking around at the others in the room with a suspicious tone. For many, she would definitely be invading personal space as she scoots closer to the robed person.[/color] [color=purple]"So! Who are you? Who are they? Where are we? And what is that aroma coming from you? It's intoxicating."[/color] [color=gray]Holding the cane to her chest now, she takes a deep breath.[/color]

	[color=purple]"Can I help you with something? Can I help them with something?"[/color] [color=gray]She raises her voice toward the end and shoots an arm up, waving her cane around above the two of their heads.[/color] [color=purple]"Hey! Everybody doing okay?!"[/color]