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"This is The Typhoon." Pip did not speak especially loudly, though he did so clearly, unable to recognize what language this stranger spoke but able to understand that English probably wasn't her strongest suit. It wasn't an issue- in all honesty, the child found himself with questions, and if she was here to stay like Caesar suggested so indelicately, maybe she wouldn't mind teaching Pip a few things. Only if she wanted to, and, again, if she even stayed. To counter the gruffer demeanors of the others present, he smiled warmly at the lion, hoping it might make her more comfortable. Not everyone liked to be smiled at, though, and not everyone liked children. "My name is Pip. What is yours?" He would have to ask her why she was here, as she hadn't answered Bakugou, although Pip did not blame her; arriving here in a strange place and needing to speak a foreign language must be difficult to handle. Overlooking one or two things was completely understandable.
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