[She covers her moth with one hand, but her eyes give away that she's totally snickering underneath, not gasping like she's trying to pretend she is.] That's horrible, Khyrie.
[Nod!] Yes, we shall. [She hesitates, trying to pick a direction... the apparently decides screw it, straight ahead works just fine.]
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[Nod!] Yes, we shall. [She hesitates, trying to pick a direction... the apparently decides screw it, straight ahead works just fine.]