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" A free style martial artist huh? Is that like fighting without the guns? "

Pausing to think she chimes off.

" Yeup that's the one! You've heard of him? He's a pretty notorious fellow. "

She chuckles to herself.

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" Pretty lady? I'm flattered Miss Maria! My task at the moment is to keep an eye on the Humanoid Typhoon. Twenty-Four Seven watch to keep him from causing bankruptcy for our company! He's a real handful you see. What about you, Miss Maria? "
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Gasping at his dramatics she chuckles and picks the gun back up.

" Gee Mister Vash, did this ol' thing really hurt you that bad? I thought you were tougher than that. "

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" Awh I'm sorry, miss! The dark strap just doesn't seem to last longer than a month. Is there anything I can do to help you? "

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Awkwardly giggling and rubbing the back of her neck she lifts the hunk of metal off the other's foot and slings it over her shoulder.

" I'm Milly Thompson, from the Bernardelli Insurance Society. What is your name? " She grins.

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" Sorry about that miss, I really ought to be more careful with this thing.... Miss? ... Are you okay, ma'am? ... uh oh. "

Milly accidentally drops her massive, 216lb, stun gun directly on your foot.

" Oops. Clumsy me. Sorry about that! "

— 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?