[Well, someone sure was cheerful. The scowl reminded Lily of her friend Sailor, a bitter misanthropic psychic with a dark air hovering around him. Irritation tended to be Sailor's usual reaction to her so she wasn't too daunted by this stranger's scowl.]
Sorry. Is something wrong? [He seemed overly grouchy for someone just accidentally bumping into him. She removed her hand although she hadn't managed a full reading—the scowl might not have been too bad but she wasn't eager to test the armor's sharpness. Strange... Had she sensed a bit of depression from the armor? And she couldn't quite put her finger on exactly what it is about the wavelength but she had the feeling Mr. Grumpypants was a Meister.]
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Sorry. Is something wrong? [He seemed overly grouchy for someone just accidentally bumping into him. She removed her hand although she hadn't managed a full reading—the scowl might not have been too bad but she wasn't eager to test the armor's sharpness. Strange... Had she sensed a bit of depression from the armor? And she couldn't quite put her finger on exactly what it is about the wavelength but she had the feeling Mr. Grumpypants was a Meister.]