[202 eyes the incoming video with surprise, then curiosity. This young woman certainly rings a proverbial bell or two...]
...Calm down, miss. I'm afraid you aren't terribly likely to find your friends here, at least not right now. This place is entirely outside of what you're probably familiar with, so right now you need to prioritize orienting yourself. Do you need help?
They were in trouble. Isaacs was following me but he left people with them.
[Help? Did she need help? ... No, she couldn't ask for help. Adapt or die, that's what she'd been taught. What was the harm if someone was asking though? This was adapting, sort of.]
I think I'll be alright. I have to adapt. Though, someone told me to find a place to stay, maybe you can help me find one?
[202's struck for a moment by the girl's apparent tenacity, and makes a firm mental note of it. This one's worth watching, to be sure.]
I could, indeed, though I doubt you'd need help with that. The majority of the residential buildings you'll encounter here in the city are vacant, and free to claim. Some are more secure than others, though, so I could at least help you ascertain that much.
Are you still near the cathedral? I can come and find you, if you'd like.
I'm not very concerned about how secure it is, I can protect myself. Papa taught me how to fight and how to hunt. I figured though, since you've probably been here longer than me, that you'd know a place that would be comfortable for just one person.
[Vash, out on one of his walks, blinks in surprise as an unfamiliar face flashes past. Out of pure instinct more than anything he chases after the girl, calling out as he runs.]
Miss?
[When she comes to a stop in front of the cathedral Vash skids to a halt several feet away, not even winded. He watches the girl curiously, holding his hands out to show he's not armed... well, beyond the M1 Carbine slung across his back, the two pistols glinting from a shoulder and hip holster and the sword sheathed at his side. More accurately, he has no weapon in his actual grip at the moment.]
[Out of instinct at the sight of his weapons, Hanna drops into a fighting stance. Seeing his hands empty though, she slowly relaxes but is still on edge. She had been chased not long before getting here so she wasn't exactly ready to let her guard down.]
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In a bubble in the fabric of space and time, outside of all known dimensions.
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[Ah, well, this will be one way to explain.]
Did you have a chance to read the signs at the train station?
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[Hanna shakes her head.]
No, I was in to much of a rush to try to find Sophie and her family.
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...Calm down, miss. I'm afraid you aren't terribly likely to find your friends here, at least not right now. This place is entirely outside of what you're probably familiar with, so right now you need to prioritize orienting yourself. Do you need help?
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[Help? Did she need help? ... No, she couldn't ask for help. Adapt or die, that's what she'd been taught. What was the harm if someone was asking though? This was adapting, sort of.]
I think I'll be alright. I have to adapt. Though, someone told me to find a place to stay, maybe you can help me find one?
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I could, indeed, though I doubt you'd need help with that. The majority of the residential buildings you'll encounter here in the city are vacant, and free to claim. Some are more secure than others, though, so I could at least help you ascertain that much.
Are you still near the cathedral? I can come and find you, if you'd like.
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[Hanna nods slightly.]
I am and I would like that.
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Miss?
[When she comes to a stop in front of the cathedral Vash skids to a halt several feet away, not even winded. He watches the girl curiously, holding his hands out to show he's not armed... well, beyond the M1 Carbine slung across his back, the two pistols glinting from a shoulder and hip holster and the sword sheathed at his side. More accurately, he has no weapon in his actual grip at the moment.]
Miss? Are you alright?
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I'm fine. I was trying to find my friends.
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Your friends? ...I see. I'm afraid... you probably won't find them here.
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[Hanna's not worried about good impressions or earning points right now. Not that she'd get it, anyway. Social interactions, what are those?]
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