[Was Zelgadis seriously trying to appease Lina's sympathy? Glowering at him over her mantled shoulder, she gives him the most livid glare she could muster.]
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[She spins on her seat, swinging her lanky legs over the bench and straddling the seat between her legs as she faced Zelgadis full on, turkey leg in hand. Having learned long ago not to swipe at the chimera with a bare hand, she instead swiped the drumstick at him, not paying much mind to losing it to his spikes of hair. (She could always get another one. This place was fantastic.]