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[b]La Mansión de Cervántes - Library[/b]
"Woo!" Moira cheered in response to Xan's mini prep-talk, although she immediately regretted it when her voice bounced loudly around the room. Gods damnit fuck...

Only for the girl to then also offer her her own drink. Moira stopped, staring at her like she had grown an extra head. Even Syed stopped what he was doing, looking up at her as well. Although he looked less shocked and more impressed. "Haha, you don't have to do that, Xan."

"Uh..." Moira said slowly, somewhat taken aback by the sudden act of generosity. "Uh... alright then." Sure, hot chocolate was pretty low down in list of preferred beverages. But it was still on there, and the offer was nothing to sniff at. She took the glass, her fingers accidentally brushing against Xan's prosthetic. "Ey, we can still share. I ain't got any diseases last I checked," she waved the cup back in Xan's direction, very nearly slopping it across the wonderful gleaming floorboards and plush, luxurious rugs.

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Syed sighed to himself. He was overthinking the situation with the thief, getting himself worked up over the possibilities and clouding his own judgement. They knew nothing, and calling out what-ifs wasn't helping at all. Hell, even Xan had changed the subject, and she seemed similar to him in that regards. Well, it's better late than never.

"You know, Xan," he sat up straight without realising he was doing it, "you never talk about yourself much. Not that it's a bad thing. I guess we've just never really had much of a chance to talk."

"Yeah, like what happened to your arm," Moira suggested bluntly. Although her tone was less suggestive and more as a statement.

There was a sharp crack as Syed whipped his head to glare at her, a small arc of electricity jumping from his temples. What kind of invasive question was that?! And from Moira of all people, she should really know better. Although knowing her, she probably just didn't care. "I was going to ask her what books she likes," he hissed.

"We're all thinking it!" Moira protested, gesturing towards Marcus somewhat unfairly. "Can you take your metal arm off and slap people with it?"

"Moira!"