[An offer to help? Rikku's head turns quicker than it would have if she had a haste spell cast on her. Her face lightens up in so much of a heightened sense of relief that several blades of baby grass sprout through the cracks of the concrete in which she stands.]
Phew, 'bout time! [She plops all of the pizza boxes in front of her, seemingly not minding the weight of the top boxes taking in some gravity onto the bottom ones.]
[She wipes the sweat drop crawling down the side of her forehead.] Am I glad to see you.
[With her tongue sticking out and her face contorted into a look of focus, Rikku reaches into her pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper.] Hokay, so...
I gotta get here. [She shows the man the obscure photo of a random cottage and flips it over to where it simply says, 'residential quarter']
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Phew, 'bout time! [She plops all of the pizza boxes in front of her, seemingly not minding the weight of the top boxes taking in some gravity onto the bottom ones.]
[She wipes the sweat drop crawling down the side of her forehead.] Am I glad to see you.
[With her tongue sticking out and her face contorted into a look of focus, Rikku reaches into her pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper.] Hokay, so...
I gotta get here. [She shows the man the obscure photo of a random cottage and flips it over to where it simply says, 'residential quarter']