[ Now that she mentions it, yeah. Asuka glances over her shoulder with a frown. She feels twitchy, especially now that she's noticing the tugs at the edges of her mind; the little whispers of emotion and thoughts that aren't really hers. ]
I - yeah, actually. What the Hell is that?
[ She doesn't know. She's not sure she wants to know. The last time something got into her head it hadn't gone well. ]
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I - yeah, actually. What the Hell is that?
[ She doesn't know. She's not sure she wants to know. The last time something got into her head it hadn't gone well. ]