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[Outside, Arienette is visible leaning against a building - or more accurately, huddled against it in one of the shadows cast by a wall. Periodically, she sticks an arm into the sunlight - triggering a burst of sparkles - and then just as quickly jerking her arm back. As the light fades, she inspects the limb, prodding at it, like looking for something.]
...sparks? I'm not going to catch on fire, am I?
...sparks? I'm not going to catch on fire, am I?