[For Fuschia Groan] "Well, that was fun..." (continued)
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Mal makes certain the weird white-haired kid has departed before he holsters his pistol and turns to Fuschia. "Hey, y' all right there now, Miss Fuschia?" he asks. "Yer shakin' like a leaf inna gale wind."
He hates seeing a nice girl like her so shook up like this, especially when some punk-ass kid shook her tree this badly.
Mal makes certain the weird white-haired kid has departed before he holsters his pistol and turns to Fuschia. "Hey, y' all right there now, Miss Fuschia?" he asks. "Yer shakin' like a leaf inna gale wind."
He hates seeing a nice girl like her so shook up like this, especially when some punk-ass kid shook her tree this badly.