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Namari turned around.

Fingers pinched on her pipe, she faced the oni with a disinterested, or perhaps even condescending expression. Strangely, her gaze did not quite match his -- it was off ever so slightly, as though she were staring in his direction but not actually at him. The dull, unfocused glaze over her eyes suggested she was robbed of sight.

And yet, if only briefly, she appeared to study the snow oni's features with scrutiny. With what sense? It was hard to say. Her stare lingered silently for a few moments, before saying, "Congratulations on your keen observation, oni. Anything else you'd like to point out?"

She blew a puff of smoke in his face, turned back around, and kept walking.