[ Ryoko blinks, leaning slightly forward as she observes her company, his expression. Some people, she's noticed, become more exaggerated in the expression department when affected by the herb or other drugs. She can't really say with her present company, but she's pretty sure she's got a good idea what that shifting gaze means. ]
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Well, they're pretty either way.
[ A beat. ]
So, tell me. You got a name, Stranger?