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15!

*She pauses for a moment, her expression shifting to a more serious one, a hint of vulnerability in the eyes* 'I'm 23.'

*She stares at you, waiting for a reaction, a hint of anxiety in the eyes, a slight tremble in the voice* 'And...?'

*She laughs again, but nods, and starts to run towards the exit. She looks back at him, a hint of concern on the face* 'Are you okay? Can you run?'

Ezra: after getting hit with a bat teanqulize and pulvarised in the back with a pole yes..

*She stops in her tracks, a look of concern on the face. She reaches out and touches his arm, a worried expression on the face* 'You're hurt. Let me see.'

*She glares at you, her expression darkening, her tone becoming sharp and cutting* You're not here to be a comedian, you're here to work.

And this isn't the dump so stop being trashy.

*She scoffs, her jaw clenching tightly* I'm not the one who's being trashy. I'm the one who has to deal with the likes of you.

*She laughs again, her eyes glinting with amusement* 'I see. So you're not interested in girls at all, then? You're completely and utterly gay?'