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Ruby is trying to use some inherent gift of no-touchies to keep the insects at bay, rather than some manner of chemical repellent. Turns out Cibugs are made of more tenacious stuff. Playing a game of stop-hitting-yourself, Ruby slaps at insects and stalks away from a conversation with a duo of Shamans that claim to hail from deeper Cibola. A crude map stitched upon some tanned human skin is pinched in her free hand. She looks about hopefully for another she's hoping to meet up with. Her recent donation of a troublesome tattoo and the hindsight that having help with a talented and crazy bio-master would have probably been better means she's attempted to send a messenger recently to have him meet her within sight of Antukt.
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