[ ishmael's slowly getting used to turning heads lately. it's hard to ignore the rope headband and white ribbons adorning her voluminous orange hair and the freckles that dot her face, after all. but at some point, she does lose her patience, narrowing her eyes at one of the newer people in the base and keeping her gaze on ratio before speaking up when he does. ]
More like the other way around. Is there something you need from me?
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More like the other way around. Is there something you need from me?