[ Gray's on alert as she ventures about the garden, especially with how everything is out to kill them now. When a woman she doesn't know approaches from the blue, Gray is prepared for a fight -- an impulse that evaporates when she sees a familiar worn box she never thought she'd see again. ]
That's--!
[ As far as physical possessions go, Gray can and has lived just fine without her old cleaning supplies... but an unexpected wave of nostalgia hits her as she glimpses familiar labels in good old English font. Those were her treasured tools once upon a time, trusty weapons in the war against dust and dirt and grime.
She straightens, now looking uncertainly at the woman in front of her. There's something about the woman that says she won't be handing the box over out of the goodness of her heart. ]
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That's--!
[ As far as physical possessions go, Gray can and has lived just fine without her old cleaning supplies... but an unexpected wave of nostalgia hits her as she glimpses familiar labels in good old English font. Those were her treasured tools once upon a time, trusty weapons in the war against dust and dirt and grime.
She straightens, now looking uncertainly at the woman in front of her. There's something about the woman that says she won't be handing the box over out of the goodness of her heart. ]
Have we met, miss...?