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Lina did not jump. Much. She turned to look at the woman who had spoken.
She was wearing a much more formal-looking — no, that was the wrong word. It was nicer looking, but also looked more like it had been cut to fit her — version of the robe that the shitty kid was wearing, hers with a crest over the chest. She had golden hair pulled into a very practical-looking ponytail and, if she was wearing make-up, it was very understated.
She looked a lot more working-class than most of the women here. She also looked a little scary.
“Ma’am?” Lina didn’t move her hands. She tried not to look threatening anyway.
“We can be here!” the guy told her. “My father is —” Continue reading