No. I don't need help. [Armin speaks sharply. Anger floods him like a wave of heat, culminating as a flush in his cheeks. Not from the likes of you. He can barely restrain himself from saying. If he attacks her here, there are cameras. The issue of cameras is why he's been shopping around in the first place.] Are you busy, though? I was thinking of getting some... [VENGEANCE. Wait no] food. Want to come?
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