The old lady looks at the two youngins with a wry cantankerous smile.
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"One moment. I need to fill up the fuel tank dearies."In a twinkling, she reaches into her jacket pocket and produces a small flask full of what smells like some kind of really hard liquor and downs it heartily. The Matron throws her head back and sticks out a pointy tongue.
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"Eheheeeee! Ah! Thash's the good stuff! Now were we... Ah! Yes!"Leaf overheard the old woman talk and looked over with interest,
"Could you tell us anything more about him?"
: "Hmm... From what I could see with my mind's eye... He was wearing a red uniform. Like an old officer in the military. He seems like an old grey beard. A rather handsome old gray beard mind you. Kukukukuku!"
Her eyebrows twitch ecstatically.
Corrie pauses for a moment... and then in a flash hands the old woman 100 Poke.
"I think I want one of these too, actually!"
She takes the money and quickly goes through the same process with her as she had for Lina. The milky eyes. The vaguely creepy old lady hands. The Matron crooned happily and began to speak.
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"Ah yes... First, the past! I SMELL COOKIES! Hohoho! Hmm... How my mind wanders... I see two hands side by side working the same bread we call Life. Hohoho, I see you are your father's daughter. Hmm... I see you seek to live a life that is full of nutrition, experience! Ahah! Now I smell many things! Kukuku... But not all the scents derive from your hearth. You had best keep working on your cooking dear, for your ability to do so will be tested some time in the future!"
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"Ok. That's all great and fantastic. But you still haven't said a thing about why they're here. And while we're on that subject, you haven't told me why I'm here and- Wait, is this ship moving?"She moves to the opposite side of the deck. By now the ship had already cleared port by a large margin.
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"Sonuva bitch.":
"Kukukukukuuuu! Don't you worry your pretty little head Miss McClure! This is all in accordance with the great PLAN!"Cackling madly to herself, the old Matron takes yet another sip of her flask.