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"Hey, next to nothing's better than having those melons of useless flubber." Ana fired back with words ignited by gunpowder, followed by a curt sideways glance, "And a realladyis ingenuitive enough to flesh out her defining traits, which can be far more entrancing than a pair of sacks some transcendent being haphazardly bestowed upon a pour soul." Gunpowder and a diversified vocabulary that surely didn't fit the voice or the body it belonged to. "In short... how do the Japanese say it... ah, yes!" The hooded maiden snapped her fingers and shot out a pointed finger faster than a bullet, "FLAT. IS. JUSTICE!" The girl didn't even budge when orbs and tails decided to pop out from underneath her kimono. Who knew what else she was carrying down there?

All the while this bellicost exchange of words transpired, the man in search of his wallet almost faded into the darkness of tertiary character-hood, until his almost stock voice lassoed him back to the land of pertinence. Ana shifted her gaze over to the main to regard his existence, only to find him ogling at the bestowels she was deriding not even a moment earlier. "Keep your finger off the trigger, Ana. He'll be shot down in an entirely different fashion given time." She pacified the contraction of his eyebrows and eased up, "I've dealt with much more shadier groups than the Cheka, Mr. Cabarello, but that's some pretty decent trivia you've got in your back pocket." The girl's faced smoothed out into a smile, nearly amiable in form, "That'll score you some brownie points with Lady Luck, which I think you're in dire need of, since I've never heard of somebody clumsy enough to their wallet in such a manner." Red tilted her head when her speech failed to permeate the man in an enraptured gaze. It was hard to discern which of the paired circular objects he was staring at. It was then when something managed to capture his attention did Ana send another array of dialogue at the fox lady. At least this time it wasn't intended to sting, "And if I had to be a cub, I would choose to be a Siberian Husky. Why? Because they're cuddly as fuck."

Ricardo abruptly spoke with such jubilation, Ana almost thought he had found the cure to cancer or an act of equal commendation. Instead, the man had managed to find his wallet, topped with metal grating as a seal of approval. "That they are..." Ana seconded the guy's statement with a quick wave of her petite, primly carved hands. One could never envision these things bearing weapons of discord. Yet still slung over her shoulder was her trusty sniper rifle, and fastened in a holster hidden beneath her skirt her pistol. Don't forget the brass knuckles. "But, a lesson for you, my acquaintance," Her features seamlessly transformed into a wry, but equally youthful smile, "A real lady doesn't bend over or drop to her knees before a man with just a few words as collateral. There is a far heavier price, one a pocket can never fulfill." Anastasia slowly raised her arm at an angle aimed at the grate. Air practically evaded and then followed the ligament on its nonchalant ascent. 

There were a few seconds of total silence. But this time was brief. All of a sudden the wallet flew out perfectly from the grated facade. Rather than continuing on its path for a faithful reunion with its owner, the wallet stopped short and put a hold on the culminated events that have lead up 'til now. "But a little bit of tax never hurts." A five-hundred yen coin wiggled its way out of the leather asylum and flew into Ana's other hand. "Here's your man-purse, Mr. Cabarello~." She chirped with a painfully cute Russian accent that disregarded the occurrence entirely. The wallet whizzed into his hand with a fair amount of force behind it, as if it had been shot rather than led on. "Here's some trivia for you. Did you know the metallic composition of a five-hundred yen coin is seventy-two percent copper, twenty percent zinc, and eight percent nickel? It's also the highest valued regularly used coin in the world." Once Ana had finished drolling on she pocketed the coin and shrugged, "So... Who's hungry? I know of a few cheap places to eat."

It was quite the challenge to narrow down who exactly Anastasia Alkaev was. But based upon a recent news broadcast, delusions have been quite common as of recent. But there's always a tax for everything.
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