Ryoko's eyes slide from Shell to Memory-Shell to the vampire butler at the door to Memory-Shell to Shell as she slowly leans forward, her gaze inquisitive despite that equally slow upturn of her lips for poor Memory-Shell's failed efforts. She leans back toward Shell, perhaps a bit too close, raising a hand to guide her now hushed voice into his ear or as close as possible. She may be squinting a bit now as she asks all too seriously: ]
Isn't that the worst place you could possibly have hidden?
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Ryoko's eyes slide from Shell to Memory-Shell to the vampire butler at the door to Memory-Shell to Shell as she slowly leans forward, her gaze inquisitive despite that equally slow upturn of her lips for poor Memory-Shell's failed efforts. She leans back toward Shell, perhaps a bit too close, raising a hand to guide her now hushed voice into his ear or as close as possible. She may be squinting a bit now as she asks all too seriously: ]
Isn't that the worst place you could possibly have hidden?