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"Luciana." Sayuri spoke the name once, committing it to memory in case she was partnered up with the girl again. From the corner of her eye, it appeared that the other girl was worried about fitting in Sayuri's clothes. She tossed the girl one of her baggier shirts just in case. Meanwhile, she considered the idea that being in a hostage situation together made you close enough to give away personal information. Yuri didn't disagree with that mentality, but she didn't necessarily agree either.
With a smirk, Yuri looked over at the girl, handing her some jeans. "Do I look like the frilly dress type to you?" She asked, before moving away to start putting her pile of clothes away while Luciana changed. She was done in no time and immediately pulled out her phone to message the boss man.
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Carbine: @Fenix - Meet to talk about displaced Conduit or discuss online?
….Sent.
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"I think I said it already, but my name is Sayuri." She completely blew off the comment about Yuri's clothes. Whether the other girl had a problem with her style or not did not bother her in the slightest. Most of her things were pretty bland. "I don't have a code name for… whatever it is we're doing, at the moment." The woman pulled the clip from her sidearm, releasing the bullet from the chamber, and storing the weapon away. "That's an interesting ability you have. Bones?"
@Jeremi @Atomyk