[How pleasant. Lola, are you sure you're not secretly an interrogator in a prior life? Laura manages to claw Jintetsu, but it's rudely interrupted by the sudden rush of some foreign powder to her face. She leaps backward from the two, scratching at her face, sniffing violently in an attempt to re-direct her senses back to Lola's scent. She can distantly catch it still, but the focus is too hard. She hisses and spits and makes sounds of displeasure and pain as her face reddens.
Her frantic fingers leave cuts that heal near-instantly.
It's not the prettiest sight, but Lola is right; run now, because you've only got minutes to spare before she adjusts and adapts to this intrusion.]
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Her frantic fingers leave cuts that heal near-instantly.
It's not the prettiest sight, but Lola is right; run now, because you've only got minutes to spare before she adjusts and adapts to this intrusion.]