Null-13: Huh? Oh, thank you. Does your arm hurt? Do you want something for it?
Kila: Nah, it’s just a disocated shoulder. Actually I popped it back in already. I be fine tomorrow.
Null-13: Oh… okay. If you’re sure.
Kila: What is the wrong wid her? I’ve seen more friendly junkyard guarding dogs than that three-foot pile of jerk! What have I ever done to her? Yes, alright, Skir appears to get our supplies from dark alleyways and I think he plays pokers with the Frellan Mafia- but you and I are as innocent as can be expected, eh? We don’t even have proof on Skir. I think she just doesn’t like us.