[She responds timidly; still not bringing herself to look back up at the man. Pyrrha bites down upon her bottom lip; still plagued by the mysteriously intense feeling in the air.]
You... you're... [She hesitates, before shaking her head.] N-nevermind...
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[She responds timidly; still not bringing herself to look back up at the man. Pyrrha bites down upon her bottom lip; still plagued by the mysteriously intense feeling in the air.]
You... you're... [She hesitates, before shaking her head.] N-nevermind...