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Thirteen didn't flinch, didn't shift her weight. She could have been a statue underneath that jacket if it weren't for the steady movement of her chest as she breathed. Her hand was automatically resting on the hilt of her katana. Who were these people, she wondered. They were so different. The girl was tiny, but the man was huge. Actually... Tiny wasn't completely accurate. She was only slightly smaller than Thirteen.
The big male waved his arm in the air, seeming friendly. The girl remained behind his large mass. They appeared to be conversing and she knew the most likely topic of discussion. Thirteen wasn't surprised, she unsettled most people. The big male called out, and unwilling to raise her voice, she began to walk towards him. Her walk was very confident and determined, her way or the highway, yet there was an underlying grace to it, the way her body absorb the entire shock of her foot touching the ground no matter how lightly. Her step was silent and careful as if land mines had been scattered everywhere, but she knew where she was going.
Before long she was withing a conversational distance. "Hello," she said but it was like no hello in these parts. Her voice was a mix of British English and Irish English making the sound that came out of her mouth more of an 'eloo' than a 'hello'. If it wasn't obvious before, it was now. This girl was a foreigner. No doubt about it. Invisible beneath her hood, her red eyes met the Russian's and she had to tilt her head back to do it.
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