[ Saya takes a breath before answering the door. The last thing she wants to do here is put any expectations upon Childe because she thinks she knows him. She only knew some version of him. And with her repeated amnesia, she knows how she'd prefer to be treated by those who knew her before, and that's to judge her current self as they see it, not by what was before nor what they hope things could again be like. She can do this. Ironically she had to do it once already, albeit temporarily. ]
[ A petite, dark-haired woman with short hair answers the door with a smile. She's pretty, unnaturally so, and she's wearing essentially a corset top, high-cut shorts with decorative tights (not a scar or mark on her) and heeled boots. She doesn't seem at all the type to put up anything like a decent fight. Then she picks up her katana from where it rested just inside the door and it's about three sizes too big for her frame, so maybe she is. ]
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[ A petite, dark-haired woman with short hair answers the door with a smile. She's pretty, unnaturally so, and she's wearing essentially a corset top, high-cut shorts with decorative tights (not a scar or mark on her) and heeled boots. She doesn't seem at all the type to put up anything like a decent fight. Then she picks up her katana from where it rested just inside the door and it's about three sizes too big for her frame, so maybe she is. ]
Hi, there. Here for a fight?