[Siiigh. Considering he knows Deck 07 better than any other one, it doesn't take Greed long at all to arrive. He stolls casually towards her, hands deep in his pockets, expression unreadable. The site doesn't faze him at all: really, he couldn't care less for the victim. It was Catpaw he was... how was it that she put it? "Worried" for. He stands about a meter away now, still surveying the scene.]
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... So you don't know how it occurred anyway.