[There's more reason to why she doesn't talk much. One day, she was told something like this would happen and the proper steps. Again, this wasn't Paris, and to Kirika, this man seemed nothing more than a passing bystander. Kirika lifts her head up, pondering and taking another deep breath, then realizes the stranger seems unconformable as well, both hands in the air. She glances down her side where her gun rests, and slowly tucks it away behind her with the sound of a 'click' from the safety mode.
Another shake from the head before she finally speaks, soft and quiet.]
No, it's me. I'm... not used to this kind of thing.
[She confess, following a small nod, her eyes glancing now glancing away, as if ashamed she was caught. Yes, its practice.]
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Another shake from the head before she finally speaks, soft and quiet.]
No, it's me. I'm... not used to this kind of thing.
[She confess, following a small nod, her eyes glancing now glancing away, as if ashamed she was caught. Yes, its practice.]