[Huh... so this Meulin clearly isn't his Meulin, seeing as how she can't understand him at all. The disappointment is clear on his face as he shakes his head dejectedly, running a hand through his tousled hair and sighing silently. Still, she might have what he needs, right? He moves his fingers together in a scissoring motion, wondering if she might have a pair of scissors or something for him to cut with.]
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