[Here, Dante, have a Lady.
Lady, who has, in fact, made a point to force her beaten up self, black hair flat, and a jacket hood over her head. And, good god, she looks exhausted. Did she walk all the way over here? Probably. Is she n the best of moods? Not really, still seething from
a few things. But, nonetheless, she lays a knock, holding her
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