Mel_Master4
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Volta swivels her head up and around, marveling at the multitude of bits and bobs for sale. As the man approaches, her body tenses, and her eyes narrow in suspicion at the man’s query. “Ug yub: but lat can’t ‘elp mi. Latz juzt a pushdug howlur! Leave mi, gruk?” She’d growl, glowering at the man as she insults and orders him to not bother her. His motives seem suspicious. Volta takes her step forward, leaving what she said for the man to mull over.