[Ven? Xion looks at the woman in front of her, and... there's nothing, and she makes a face, because this woman seems to so clearly recognize her, but she doesn't know why. There's something there though, like an almost feeling (hah) of familiarity, but like smoke, it slips through her fingers when she tries to grasp on it.
The feeling gone in a moment, Xion looks left and right, before pointing to herself.]
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The feeling gone in a moment, Xion looks left and right, before pointing to herself.]
D'you mean me, miss?