[ Armor, he says. Kevlar. Her lips twitch as a precursor to a silent laugh, leaving a slight smile in its wake, and she nods again. He's going to be disappointed, she's assuming; but she has no way to communicate that to him, other than to ferry him along so he can see for himself.
Kimiko gestures for him to follow and starts to move through the market stalls at a casual pace. ]
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Kimiko gestures for him to follow and starts to move through the market stalls at a casual pace. ]