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A sheepish look swept over her face as she gave the woman room to do what she had asked. Her nose twitched softly and her dirty yellow eyes glanced around. There was no one around the small duo nor did it look like anyone had come through recently.

Maybe Nebula really was grasping at straws here.

Once her companion was back up and Nebula awkwardly moved closer to get a better whiff of the scent. With that in her nose she bounded off a few yards. The small girl began to eagerly examine every corner and cranny she could fit her nose into.