[She squints in the light he's casting, but her own peculiar eyes are drawn to those voids. His accent is strange, though she can't place why that might be.]
Lookin' for the Keeper. Seen him anywhere?
[She's not going to bother to refute his observation. Guns are made to 'cull,' after all. Her stance becomes a little more guarded, though. Now that she has her own body, has seen more of the Keeper's servants with her own eyes, she can't help feeling suspicious of those who kept their movement free. This one looks like he had. Unless he'd been a lamp.]
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Lookin' for the Keeper. Seen him anywhere?
[She's not going to bother to refute his observation. Guns are made to 'cull,' after all. Her stance becomes a little more guarded, though. Now that she has her own body, has seen more of the Keeper's servants with her own eyes, she can't help feeling suspicious of those who kept their movement free. This one looks like he had. Unless he'd been a lamp.]