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[Open your journals today, Paradisa, and you may just find this intruding all over your pages.]

[Alternatively, if you don't want to bother trying to decipher her attempt at handwriting on the bottom right of the page, there's a young girl kneeling in the middle of the floor in the lobby, journal resting on her lap. She's staring at it with a really puzzled expression, staring at all these question marks she made and hoping someone will get it.

Then again if someone tries writing back...well, she hadn't thought about that and it would be a pain since she's illiterate, but she heard voices, so she's hoping for voices in response...and yet a part of her is terrified of the idea of getting a response of any kind.]

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[He's got top look forward to a future at home where his get shot out, so he can commiserate.]

Nina. [It's still a little difficult to fully imagine who he's talking to]

Maine. [He means himself. He hopes the point gets across.] You need anything?

[Well, she doesn't really want to bother him, but...

She'll doodle in a few different types of food, then put a question mark beside the drawing.]

[Food! Yes! That he can absolutely help her with.]

Kitchen. First floor. By the lobby.

[Have a very enthusiastic and appreciative little squeal, Maine, because considering how infrequently she ate back home, the thought of food is the most appealing thing to her right now.

So she's just gonna run off to find the kitchen.]

[Maine's curious, so he's going to take the chance to casually head down to the kitchen to see just who this person is.]

[Being fantastic conversationalists is the only thing Maine and Nina really share in common; in contrast to him being large and well built, she's a young teenage girl with a very frail body. She's malnourished and sickly in appearance, along with a large pair of wing like protrusions coming from her shoulder blades, which are almost the full length of her body.

Her clothing is also shoddy and dirtied, and it looks more like one of those patient's gowns someone in a hospital would wear, paper thin and worn with age, along with the rather large iron shackles on her left ankle and right wrist, but other than that she isn't wearing much else, even being barefoot.

Right now she's crouched in front of the open refrigerator, staring into it. She...isn't really sure what she can take. It isn't her food after all, even if that guy told her where the kitchen was.]

[Well this is a sad little sight, isn't it? Maine wanders in, just watching her for a moment, then reaches in and grabs a random something and hands it to her. Who cares who's food it is? As far as Maine's concerned, if it's in a common area, it's fare game.]

[She's notably startled by Maine's sudden appearance, once she notices it at least and stands quickly. She was going to back away from him, but he hands her food before she could...and she isn't really sure how to react to it.

She eyes it for a moment, then kind've raises her gaze to look at him, but she stops at his neck. She can't being herself to look any higher, instead gently taking the offering from his hand and does a quick little bow, just to be polite.]

Hnnn!

[Well that's weird that she's avoiding looking at his face. He squats down to be closer to her level.] You okay?

[Annnd as he leans closer, she leans back a bit. Personal space bro'!

In any case she'll nod at his question, looking off to the side.]

Unn!

[Maine doesn't move, not getting any closer but not moving away, either.]

Can't talk. [Not a question, really, just an observation. He pointed at the food in her hand.] You gonna eat that?

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