[ Peridot looks at Mai with an expression somewhere between distaste and pity. What kind of poor, benighted idiot doesn't know what they're good for? She finally sighs and rubs at her nose with a pair of fingers. This is exasperating. ]
I guess you can at least carry things, can't you? You can manage that, right?
[ She can already tell that this is going to be a long trip. ]
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I guess you can at least carry things, can't you? You can manage that, right?
[ She can already tell that this is going to be a long trip. ]