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_{[She's moving down the road at a slow, shambling lope. Not quite an undead stagger... but still something that rings some inhuman bells.]

[As Envy approaches, she freezes. Her eyes are blood-orange pinpricks of light reflecting back at him as she looks his way.]

[She doesn't answer. But she does tilt her head silently.]}

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