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It seemed that after a few moments of conversation, the Gamma -- Rosalie, as she had called herself was able to relax. Dulce took note of the slight shift in conversation, figuring that it made sense to remember potential friends. In response to the question, she nodded her head, allowing a childish giggle to creep through. If I ever change, I will come here. It wasn't an empty promise, per say, but Dulce knew that the chances of her ever settling were slim. I must go, she sighed, slightly disappointed that the conversation was coming to an end.