[/html]Instead of returning to her work, she turned to face the stranger. "I didn't come here to start over." It was a simple enough statement; she didn't plan to go there. She was just searching for Mars, or Bartholomew, or whoever the hell she found. Luckily, she had found Bartholomew. He was a better personality. With a sigh, she returned to her search, stepping into the doorframe of the store in order to see better inside of it. Still, she listened, and her stub of a tail swished around underneath of the green kilt she wore. "What exactly are you looking for in all these human buildings?" The mohawked woman didn't look up. "Just stuff, y'know? Like...good stuff." Anything she could use later on in her life, or give to someone who could use it.
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