[Mitsuru Kirijo. A name unlike any Connor has heard before, barring the over-exaggerated, exotic tales of sailors who spent their lives on trade vessels. Even then, he does not think he can place it. He does not think he can pronounce it, which seems to be the right level of ridiculous given the sudden change in environment, which suits her foreign-sounding name.
And it tells him nothing about the situation, given that she offers zero else. He steps forward, uncertain just yet if he should be placating or just plain frustrated.]
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And it tells him nothing about the situation, given that she offers zero else. He steps forward, uncertain just yet if he should be placating or just plain frustrated.]
And what is this place? Why am I here?