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Heart Soldier Senshi
[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.
The elevator doors close behind you. ]
The elevator doors close behind you. ]

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Here. We'll sew it back up again afterwards.
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[ Numbly holding it to her head--or--trying. As soon as it touches her injury it's like her whole head is consumed by FIRE. ]
Ungh!
[ She gasps and drops the sleeve honestly. Sorry Spidey. ]
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Sorry. Here, I'll move it away if it hurts too much.
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I'm here, okay? I - I don't know what to do, but I'm here.
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Thank you.
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Yeah, for sure. You wanna sit down maybe?