[What makes this mass of pessisism look trustworthy? A young woman about the same age as Ione turns around sharply at the request, her mismatched and strangey colored eyes narrowing. Being rather antisocial, she's prepared to scowl, to decline politely but firmly, to advise they both have better things to do---Suzu's expression softens considerably once she gets a good look at the woman trying to get her attention. The frail appearance, that oxygen tank, yet having a strangely glimmery air about then... It reminded her---in the back of her mind----of her mother, as well as certain others that made a significant in her life, both in this one and the one long past.
She sighs.]
... I guess. Within reason, of course. [She makes it sound like she's being hesitant, but:] So? Which ride would that be...?
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She sighs.]
... I guess. Within reason, of course. [She makes it sound like she's being hesitant, but:] So? Which ride would that be...?