Automail store, Ile Bizard, Montreal. Afternoon. March 3rd.
Kuki was disappointed at this answer. If a demonstration was out of the question, Kuki assumed they wouldn't be allowed to take samples, either, and so, kept quiet. While waiting, Kuki idly began wondering what would happen if a neutron was shot at Joel, wincing a little at the imagined results.
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Port exterior, Pointe-Saint Charles, Montreal. Late morning. March 4th.
As Shana and Kuki approached the port, the Watcher trained their camera on the two, watching them. Inside, one of thespybots was fixed on the portal, the other looking towards the entrance.
Code:
"I've only been here once before, so, no"
, Kuki answered Shana.
Code:
"It seems like this place is closed, though?"