( A small sigh escapes from her lips. At least this boy seemed to share the same boat with her, and as relieving as the thought may be, that still begged the question as to how they both found themselves down here. )
A hapless woman, at the mercy of this city's whims. ( Integra lowers her blade, as if not to seem intimidating. ) Might I ask your name?
( She asks, looking at his face properly now that she can see. )
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A hapless woman, at the mercy of this city's whims. ( Integra lowers her blade, as if not to seem intimidating. ) Might I ask your name?
( She asks, looking at his face properly now that she can see. )