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"You did great," he said, his expression soft. "Let's head home."
She took her bag, yawning. "Goodnight." With that, she went to her own guest room.
He looked up at her. "Hey. You okay?"
She gave him a small smile. "I'll be alright, Ferris."
Abel waited nearby, leaning against a wall with a frown.
She led him to the guest room, opening the door for him.
He gave a small nod, turning to the nearest company.
"I'm fine," she said, turning and starting toward the door. "I just feel badly."
They returned upstairs, heading back to the party.
She turned back to him, frowning. She sighed, putting on the necklace again. "C'mon. I'll show you to the guest rooms."
He nodded slightly. "Yes, let's go."
Fleur frowned, watching her go.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Well, then."
Fleur frowned, looking worried. "Would it be alright if we stayed for the night?"
He shrugged smoothly. "We only make them. Their uses depends on the buyer," he told her. "Is this impressive enough?'
She got up, resting her hand on her shoulder. "That's alright. I'm sorry."
He laughed lowly and opened the door. There were rows of androids, or more so the endoskeletons of them. They were slick and silver and...
She frowned, her brows furrowing. "..What was he doing?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You asked what we were manufacturing. I figured I should show you."
She nodded, holding it in her hand gently.
