[ Ohhhh man, she's pissed. 9S takes an instinctive step backwards, lowering the weapon just enough to peek at her over the blade. He hasn't the slightest how he incurred her wrath, and he quickly looks her up and down, as if he'd get an answer out of it. ]
Wha—? [ Then he freezes, deer in the headlights. ] Is... this yours?
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Wha—? [ Then he freezes, deer in the headlights. ] Is... this yours?