[ Completely unaware of his other story intentions, Rebecca glances down at the box of stuff, frowning. ]
What, you want something else? Like... [ Oh. Oh, the mask? She's set the box down, to free up a hand, and then withdraws it. ] This thing does look garish enough to belong to you.
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What, you want something else? Like... [ Oh. Oh, the mask? She's set the box down, to free up a hand, and then withdraws it. ] This thing does look garish enough to belong to you.