[ After getting locked up in a murderschool and having her memories erased, being falsely accused of murder, brutally executed and winding up in Thusia, then getting dragged into Sabraather with her memories erased AGAIN and somehow winding back in a timeline where she doesn't die, you think she'd be used to this "winding up someplace different" thing.

It's still unpleasant, for the record, but she's not the type to complain. Or say much at all, really.

She stiffens and backs up against the wall, hoping the black of her miniskirt suit helps her blend into the shadows. The flickering light glints off kanji for "future" in silver, pinned to the left lapel. So much for being inconspicuous. ]

[ Excuse you, missy. When she was your age, she was already taking down criminals. ]

Being a girl doesn't make you harmless.

[ Would the pot be calling the kettle black if she found this girl creepy? ]

...Why?

[ ...Thanks. She stops to consider this, looking the girl over and going through every person she's known for some sort of family resemblance. ]

...Who are they?

[ Wait. What. ]

...Yes.

[ ...How much time had passed, because this kid isn't that tiny. ]

How old are you?

How old are your parents?

[ Are you as short as your mother/father? ]

[ Pfft. Children are cute. ]

You shouldn't tell someone a person's age that easily.

Where are we going?

You just wanted to hang out?

[ More importantly, why is a 10 year old wandering around a city by herself at night?

One of many questions she really doesn't have the right to ask... ]

That'll cause a fuss.

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