[The Liberator has never played a game, period. She, and everyone else, were always spending too much time just trying to survive. Spotting a familiar face, however, she makes her way over; despite running into vicious plant monsters on another island, everything here seems so much more idyllic, relaxed. Something about that fuzzy dream with Lup and the ball the Drifter has reminds her...
She offers the mental image of a volleyball net, questioningly. Not that she really understands quite what Lup was trying to get at, but something involving people and balls and nets, anyway.]
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She offers the mental image of a volleyball net, questioningly. Not that she really understands quite what Lup was trying to get at, but something involving people and balls and nets, anyway.]