[Aoko breathes out -- a soft, sharp, faintly exasperated breath -- and advances a few steps until she's standing not so far from him. He doesn't appear to be dangerous . . . just a bit muddled in the head.]
Why don't you go inside? You're ruining . . . [A sideways box-glance.] . . . something. Is it yours?
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Why don't you go inside? You're ruining . . . [A sideways box-glance.] . . . something. Is it yours?