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[borderlines]

[ Wandering through the plane today is a young woman with a blank look to her face. She doesn't seem impressed or bothered by anything, in fact she just appears rather lethargic to the whole situation. The red jacket doesn't match the light blue yukata, but she doesn't seem to be letting go of that jacket anytime soon. Her hands are balled into fists and rest in the pockets as the only physical sign that none of this was okay to her.

If she happens upon anyone, she'll walk up towards them, but won't bother greeting them vocally.

Otherwise she can be found lingering around the coliseum, staring intently down at some of the dried patches of blood. She doesn't talk to herself or speak out loud in any way, not unless she's approached. What a bum. ]

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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies watches the girl walking around the Plane for several minutes before she decides to approach her. she's uncertain of what to make of her blank expression and apparent lack of a destination, though she wonders if something is wrong. and since her face is unfamiliar, Menzies also has a feeling that the girl is new, but she doesn't want to assume so without more of an indication first. and so she decides to find out more, calling uncertainly:] You all right there, love?

[borderlines]

[ Love? What a strange thing to be called by a stranger. It catches her attention and while she shows an initial bout of surprise, the emotion fades as quickly as it came. ]

I'm not sure.

This place is... surreal? [ The kindest way of putting it. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[clearly she's never met a Manc woman before! Menzies just assumes the surprise is at being approached unexpectedly]

[she chuckles at the comment, though] You could say that. [taking the statement as enough of an indication that the girl is new, she adds:] I take it you just got 'ere. 'as anyone shown you the brochure yet?