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(This is a bit late, but.. well, now or never-) 
          
          The Scot blushed faintly, mainly out of embarrassment than anything else really. She tugged at her shirt collar before clearing her throat. “T-tapadh leat fer followin’, Feliciano,” she mused warmly, giveback a gentle smile down to the Italian (since she is 5’10 1/2” in height—). 
          
          She then held her hand out, hoping he would shake it in return. “Irene Lomond Kirkland, representation of Scotland’s southern portion. I-it is rather.. nice to meet ye.”

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