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another would arrive, and the skull-clad woman's expression was still deadpan. void of any joy or excitement a normal person might have at the prospect of an audience. the other was larger than her, and if they had a mind they could easily chase her off. "it depends" she would reply, her voice also void and quiet. Diaspora... how interesting of a choice. dispersion of people beyond their homeland, wasn't the term's meaning? she knew it was. her mind never failed her before.

religious and cultural aspects aside, Diaspora seemed... acceptable, enough. she was indeed far from her original homeland. though that was best pushed to the past where it belonged. what can this community do for me was what she had half a mind to say. she saw the sense it was perhaps not a decent thing though. always unassuming, she was, until opportunities arrived. "I would first ask what your community is about" Huntington moved on "and what skills you boast."