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[mamaqilla]

[Here's an odd sight: a woman. Walking down the road unattended. She has dark skin, long hair, a pack slung over her shoulder and not much else. She seems to be heading somewhere, walking with purpose toward a group of derelict buildings that have become familiar to her in the last few months. She's wearing a colorful sling from chest to hip that shifts and lets out a little noise. She stops and lays a hand on the bundle, whispering quietly before continuing.]

Damn it, Rex. You and that goddamn bike...