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When the obscenities flew, Nebula suddenly felt a bit bad for making light of the situation. Her ears folded against her small head as she awkwardly looked elsewhere. Her mind seemed to be pulling a frenzied blank. What was appropriate to do or say in this situation?

Her ears popped back up at the definition the fall female gave. I'm afraid I haven't but...but! I could help look for him? She offered with a gentle tilt of her head as her dirty yellow eyes looked towards the female for some kind of reaction.

Good or bad. Nebula just needed something to work off of.