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Her chest would pulse, eyes would shift back towards the former Quartzer. A hand tapped against her ridebook slowly.
❛ And who are you ... ? ❜
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ᅠ " You’re looking stuck 、lady . "
Voice echoes from the rear as the
former Quartzer steps forth ; clearly
interested in her current predicament .
" Need any help ? "
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