[ Amy is standing off to the side, covered in the wonderful (yuck) smell of fish, feeling horribly slimy (yuck), and missing her usual sweater. She's standing here in a greasy t-shirt craving a second death. This is what she gets for leaving the safety of her treehouse quarantine.
She stays nearish Keito as he speaks, and for anyone who tries to get a look at the translator she's holding, Amy hold it out on her palms to let them look at or take it. ]
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She stays nearish Keito as he speaks, and for anyone who tries to get a look at the translator she's holding, Amy hold it out on her palms to let them look at or take it. ]
It doesn't really seem to be working anymore.