[On her way to Hoover Hall, coincidence -or perhaps fate- places its hand. In awe of the strange architecture, Jasmine has been carefully examining the buildings as she walks.
However, the form of a young girl so high up strikes panic through her.]
Are you all right?
[She calls up to the young girl, ready to spring into action and sprint up to the floor with the window nearest to the white haired lass.]
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However, the form of a young girl so high up strikes panic through her.]
Are you all right?
[She calls up to the young girl, ready to spring into action and sprint up to the floor with the window nearest to the white haired lass.]