"...! It's lord Zoemi! I can't, I'm out, I'm going to throw up...! Lord Banemor, it's a pleasure."
Within a single heartbeat, the acid magician spotted the black-haired boy looking her way and cried out, looking away in embarrassment just to straighten her back and curtsy within the same fluent motion as the control over the body switched between Roiso and Mirienne – and funnily enough, her hazmat suit was now more baggy from the waist down so she could grab its sides with ease and go with the trained motion.
Not only that, even though the broken gasmask was now fixed, it wasn't returned to its original look and now had a clear window showing the acid magician's face properly, with the one remaining magic crystal on the side.
The girl's features weren't stunning, but she had this soft charm around her – that definitely went against how she acted during their last meeting.
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