[ She stops walking and moves to stand in front of him, maybe uncomfortably close, standing on her tiptoes to do it. It takes a moment, but she finds what she's looking for and lowers herself back to her soles, putting her hands on her hips. ]
You... don't look like a Childe. I'll call you Tartaglia.
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[ She stops walking and moves to stand in front of him, maybe uncomfortably close, standing on her tiptoes to do it. It takes a moment, but she finds what she's looking for and lowers herself back to her soles, putting her hands on her hips. ]
You... don't look like a Childe. I'll call you Tartaglia.