With a mighty slurp, Taura dragged the remainder of the noodles bowl into her mouth, before ditching the disposable utensils on the nearest trash can. "Yep, that was a good way to begin a day. Now, what should Iā Yo, you there! I heard that, y'know?" As the bull girl patted her clothes, thinking out loud, while getting herself ready to go to her new lodgings, she heard a loud voice commenting about her and couldn't avoid turning to see its source. To her surprise it was nothing of what she expected, but in fact a talking gun, which looked like it was owned by a seriously unhealthy looking guy, who was doing those remarks. When did those things even became a thing, anyway?
"Hey, what's up you?" Taura said as she approached the gun's owner, who seemed desperate to silence his metal partner. "You look so pale it's almost like you are dead", she added before extending her hand forth ā and a tad upwards. "I'm Taura, how about you and your two friends over there?"
