[No words, only a silent look of 'no duh' present on her face. She'll take the cloak though, wiping her face with it like it's a towel. As the briefcase-shapple duo made it down, the shapple soon turned from crying for Ranma's blood to turning a starch pale with utter horror at the sight of the little redhead that kicked another larger sheep into orbit. Ranma just shot it a silent glare and handed off the now dripping wet towel.]
Thanks... [She crossed her arms and slumped some, her tone sounding like she's heard the same thing over and over with her next words.] Go on and get the questions over with.
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Thanks... [She crossed her arms and slumped some, her tone sounding like she's heard the same thing over and over with her next words.] Go on and get the questions over with.