[ Oh, boy. Forget being disguised and trying to stay a secret, honestly, because Ken needs help! Even as she's responding to his message, she's walking on over, sort of looming (at least in demeanor, even the monster heels on her combat boots only really bring her up to an average height...) over the group of other local fans before she speaks up, in a rather authoritative voice that Kasumi herself would rarely ever use, ]
Alright, break it up, folks. Mr. Amada needs a bit of space. Let's give him that, shall we?
[ She turns her head, trying to catch Ken's gaze for a quick moment--if she does, then she'll be winking at him. ]
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[ Oh, boy. Forget being disguised and trying to stay a secret, honestly, because Ken needs help! Even as she's responding to his message, she's walking on over, sort of looming (at least in demeanor, even the monster heels on her combat boots only really bring her up to an average height...) over the group of other local fans before she speaks up, in a rather authoritative voice that Kasumi herself would rarely ever use, ]
Alright, break it up, folks. Mr. Amada needs a bit of space. Let's give him that, shall we?
[ She turns her head, trying to catch Ken's gaze for a quick moment--if she does, then she'll be winking at him. ]