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Mumbling something unintelligible, mostly for frustration's sake, and moved towards Ace? Right, it was Ace. Didn't she already say that? Her head was still ringing and she stopped rubbing it in fear of adding more unnecessary scratches to her growing list. A louder and even more mangled voice spoke up, which caused her to focus a bit because really they weren't standing that far away from each other and somehow she still couldn't understand what he was saying. Peris heard something resembling her name come out of the boy's mouth (When did he learn her name, anyway?) as he produced a packet of beautiful sharpies from his pack.

Mother of God, he's got colors.

Still, there had to be some reason for this guy to be bringing sharpies to her. Perhaps he saw her scouting for treasure and decided he wanted a piece of the action. Maybe he wanted a trade or something. How did he know she liked sharpies anyway? Turning over her wrist, she didn't really need to respond to that thought, eyes rolling over all of her sharpie-fied bandages and even her gloves which had been gone over twice as much with that silver sharpie she had found a while ago... Stop. Point lost, turn back to the object at hand. Thank you.

"Okay, pause, re-wind. Let's try this again," she said mostly to herself, but also willing Ace to repeat what he had said. "What exactly are you doing with those and why are you giving them to me?"