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Karien blinked at Tessa's words, listening politely as this female aquaintance seemed to get more excitable the more she spoke. But she understood the woman's irritation as she fully processed all that was said by her. She shook her head and held up a 'one minute' finger to Ayumu, one side of her mouth pulled into a snarl, "That's complete bullshit. That's genocide wrapped and decorated." She growled but put her hands to her face, running them down her agitated features as she calmed herself, sighing in the end. "They might as well put tags in our ears that say, 'Scheduled for slaughter, any time now.'" Clearing her throat and composing herself nearly just as quickly as she'd lost her temper, she turned her attention back to Ayumu, "Sorry about that, really. I didn't want to blow up like that, but it just happens sometimes. Usually, when injustice shows its ugly-ass face in the form of the so-called law."

Karien pulled the paper she'd had shoved into her hand, waving it around a bit, "As for where to go, I do know which one it is, I could probably find it, just don't want to go there first moment I get. So... could I come over to your house? Nothing creepy, I promise." She shrugged and scratched her arm absent-mindedly, a smile on her lips as she tried to lighten the crappy situation, "Not like I have anything to put there anyway, so settling in should be easy enough any time." In moments she had her hands back in her pockets, her way of showing she was now comfortable enough in the presence of these two that she'd let her guard down a bit. Ayumu being Japanese and the physical contact being short, she guessed he must be more traditionally Japanese than she expected.