[Yes, she's older. Yes, her voice is different. But weirder things have happened. Baroona's learned not to limit the possible.
He stares at the woman, eyes wide.]
Mikoto?
[A moments pause and he winces–she's clutching his arm too tight and dragging him down. Gently, he tries to loosen her grip, attempting to peel off her fingers with his free hand. His brow continues furrowing in confusion at the woman in front of him.]
No. [A beat. His eyes dart to the flirtatious smile, the more impressive taste in fashion, the breasts. The differences were obvious.] Who are you?
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He stares at the woman, eyes wide.]
Mikoto?
[A moments pause and he winces–she's clutching his arm too tight and dragging him down. Gently, he tries to loosen her grip, attempting to peel off her fingers with his free hand. His brow continues furrowing in confusion at the woman in front of him.]
No. [A beat. His eyes dart to the flirtatious smile, the more impressive taste in fashion, the breasts. The differences were obvious.] Who are you?