[Maya doesn't answer immediately, looking down at the wood of the barn platform they're on as if secrets reside within the wood grain. When she finds nothing she gives another little sigh and rubs at her cheeks with her palms, shakes the hair out of her face, and looks back at Makoto.
Her face falls again as she realises she still hasn't come up with an answer.]
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Her face falls again as she realises she still hasn't come up with an answer.]
...Me either.
But... we're gonna do something about it.
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We have to. I—I've got people I can talk to. We're already doing things. Kind of. But we could do more.
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[Maya's interest is instantly piqued-- more witnesses to interrogate.]
Like who?
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[Because she was loud and vocal about her distaste and she still is.]
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[Which... is what she knows that Rin by. He has the fun name! Sharkattack!]