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"Oh really?" Sneered Janvyre bluntly, she looked the girl up from head to toe, "Looking at the state of you, it would be a miracle if you could take care of yourself."
Chandler frowned as she followed the girl's eyes to her own pockets.
"What? Is there a prob-" She stopped abruptly as she pricked her ears to hear a transmission from afar.
Her mouth twitched into what acquaintances would have recognised as a small grin , At last, help. She peered over the auburn-haired girl's shoulder and noticed the bag and a bow slung onto her back.
"Did you hear that as well?" Janvyre asked before sighing, "But if you insist, I guess we could work together. As long as you're good with that bow."
She then slid her vision back to the tall girl's back, her stomach began to rumble noisily.
"Do you happen to have any food in there?" She quizzed, almost childishly.