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Gridarvol hums, a whisper in the back of her mind, a What do you think of those two?
The redhead is gawking at the sights of the bazaar, lingering where the lady cyborg is showing off her dancing pseudo-bears (and more beside) until his green-eyed companion tugs him away, but they get no further than the foodcart selling vat-rat-sticks before the redhead is distracted again.
Studying the youths out of the corner of her eye, she sends back a They seem - promising.