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"Your ability?" Mikhail repeated, his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of both curiosity and worry. "Why....well...how would you say...ahem," Mikhail cleared his throat, fixing the English words in his mind. "What is your ability?" he finally asked. "If you don't mind me asking, that is. If you do, then that's fine, too. I'm just curious. And, admittedly, slightly concerned."

He really was genuinely concerned, both for the well-being of others and for the well-being of this girl. He had often been a team leader in his previous missions when he was older, and as such was constantly looking out for those under his wing. Evidently, old habits were hard to break. His left hand tingled in its glove, almost as if a reminder. Or rather, a warning. He squeezed it as he waited her answer.