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She reacted in the typical manner he'd expected, sort of... Offended-but-not-really. Girls were tricky like that. You can't really call them big or they'll get really uppity about it, so it was always safer to go with the opposite, and to watch them with their fake outrage. It was a little game that Yutani had always excelled at though; he liked their attention and the warmth they often exhibited when they were in good spirits. This one doesn't seem too bothered by his presence and that's a pretty great sign—but she's more invested in the surrounding area and Yute wants to draw more of herself to him, so his smile gets a little bigger, his movements a little more fluid and emphatic. He strides a little bit closer while a soft chuckle lilts from his throat.

Aye, anywhere but here. He drawls hastily, with a leisurely affect. I'm new in town; thought I'd try my luck huntin' in the area but all I've got to show for it is... well, a raise of his brow, a small eye-roll, and he's looking at the lifelessness surrounding the two of them. Diddly-squat, 'cept for you. But hey, a pretty girl is better than nothin'. Except that he can't exactly eat her and he isn't some starving zombie or a cannibal. He shrugs his narrow shoulders. What's your name, sweetheart?