[ In the brief couple of seconds that she's pondering what to do, a small, shrill voice decides to speak up from within the depths of her cloak. ]
Ihihihi! You heard her, idiot Gray! A walking tin like that knows better than to go somewhere that'll get it baked. What'll be inside if you open it? Beans? Sardines? Or maybe—
[ The voice abruptly cuts off as Gray clamps her hand around its source. A mild sweat threatens to rise to her skin... but maybe, just maybe, the knight wasn't able to make out Add's voice through the thick metal of that helmet... ]
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Ihihihi! You heard her, idiot Gray! A walking tin like that knows better than to go somewhere that'll get it baked. What'll be inside if you open it? Beans? Sardines? Or maybe—
[ The voice abruptly cuts off as Gray clamps her hand around its source. A mild sweat threatens to rise to her skin... but maybe, just maybe, the knight wasn't able to make out Add's voice through the thick metal of that helmet... ]