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	[color=c4df9b]”All right, Rosie!”[/color] Bea said cheerfully.  [color=c4df9b]”I guess I should say my friends call me Bea.”[/color] She said. She wouldn’t mind any half-truths or omissions- they were just strangers, after all. Beatriz believed in being nice to strangers, not divulging all your life secrets to them in two seconds.

	[color=c4df9b]”Pay the bills, huh? Maybe I should show you to my auntie. She’s convinced this ain’t gonna make me no money.”[/color] She says with a little laugh. [color=c4df9b]”Yeah? It’s, uh, quite a crowd.”[/color] Beatriz said. Rosie didn’t exactly fit what Beatriz pictured as a ‘fighter’ herself, being a seven foot tall…painter? Definitely with the ‘artistic pursuits’ and that little artist hat. Beatriz stared at the hat. What was that thing called? The name escaped her.

	At Rosie’s question, Bea grinned sheepishly and rubbed her arm. [color=c4df9b]”What, me? I- uh. Y’know. Money? Would be nice. Who doesn’t like money?”[/color] She asked rhetorically.

	[color=c4df9b]”Or, uh. Fame would be pretty good. People knowin’ I’m good. And there’s lots of strong fighters here, so, a good chance to get better. ”[/color] She said. Though, clearly, she was fumbling. The true reason escaped her still.

	[color=c4df9b]”And, y’know, it might be fun?”[/color] She shrugged, with a final wincing smile and raise of the eyebrow. Self-conscious, she face palmed for a moment.

 [color=c4df9b]”And the stone, I don’t know about that stone. I don’t see how a little fuckin-”[/color] She makes a half-hearted gesture with her thumb and index finger, like she was holding the stone. [color=c4df9b]”I don’t see how a little rock could make anyone stronger. The idea of picking up a rock and suddenly being better almost- it almost bums me out for some reason.”[/color] She says.

Then she glanced over at the ongoing drama, having been too busy talking to participate in any saying of ‘Ja’ or ‘Nin’ or otherwise. Jaden was getting mad at some pink man.

[color=c4df9b]”Uhh…man, whatever.”[/color] She looks back at Rosier. [color=c4df9b]”What the fuck is that thing on your head called? That hat? That painter hat?”[/color] She points up at it, and then snaps her fingers, a puzzled look on her face. [color=c4df9b]”Like, ra ra, reh..raaa, somethin’. Raa somethin’.”[/color]