[She reaches a hand out, almost touching his face, skimming along the lines of his prickly jaw. She shakes her head after a moment.]
No, not Dave. You have to be from later on. One of the Snakes, then. [She sits down on the staircase, a respectful distance away, looking over him.] What's with the outfit?
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[She reaches a hand out, almost touching his face, skimming along the lines of his prickly jaw. She shakes her head after a moment.]
No, not Dave. You have to be from later on. One of the Snakes, then. [She sits down on the staircase, a respectful distance away, looking over him.] What's with the outfit?