"Kippa." Wary still, but not as nervous as she'd been, ears lifting as she reached tentatively to shake hands, over-sized sleeve slipping to show the still-raw red mark around her wrist that would certainly age to bruising in the coming days. A shy sort of handshake before drawing her hand back to clinging to her tail, though not quite hiding behind it as she had been.
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sarken
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Date: 2019-02-03 03:47 am (UTC)"It's nice to meet you, Miss Furiosa."