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Kleo did her best to tolerate the squidling that spoke to her even showing some kindness back in such a strange time. "Umm.. Thanks." Kleo humbly said before the creamy-skinned gun-totter made her way off to the armory without much more to say on the matter. Though the trip was uneventful it was always the destination that brought people together. When the wet raven-haired woman made her way into the armory she sighed - more aliens and creatures. She tried to silently arm herself up, donning her gear and getting her slick sub-optimal skull popper ready to go along with her new mysterious attachment - the armor-piercing smart gun fleeked up adapter. Though some jackass who pretended to be a human, or was one wouldn't shut up about her. A true Alves would never let such slander against their character slide!

"Uhm... Sup you weird looking mother fucker. Don't know what you are, but if space jesus wuz' here? He'd smite your ass, ye' it's true I dropped a lot of alien licks. Cuz' my team is cutthroat, so don't get in our way else you might be on your knees not in the cool way dig? Like - in the you get fucked up if you fuck with us typa-way. Comp-ra-hendey there fishbowl 'n maybe translate to orc fo' your pals?"

Classy.

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