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Salvation
had
come
from
an
unexpected
quarter
.
I
turned
to
see
a
bronze
-
skinned
woman
standing
beside
the
table
.
Her
apron
-
bound
breasts
intruded
rudely
on
a
good
60
percent
of
my
field
of
view
.
She
stood
between
us
holding
a
steaming
fried
shrimp
with
a
pair
of
long
cooking
chopsticks
.
It
was
Rachel
Kisaragi
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
any
fighting
in
here
.
This
is
a
dining
room
,
not
a
boxing
ring
.
"
"
Just
tryin
’
to
teach
this
recruit
some
manners
.
"
"
Well
,
school
’
s
over
.
"
"
Hey
,
you
were
the
one
complaining
about
how
miserable
he
looked
eating
your
food
.
"
"
Even
so
.
"
Rachel
glanced
at
me
.
She
hadn
’
t
shown
the
slightest
hint
of
anger
when
I
’
d
knocked
over
her
cart
of
potatoes
,
so
for
this
to
have
gotten
to
her
,
I
must
’
ve
been
making
quite
the
impression
.
A
part
of
her
probably
wanted
to
embarrass
anyone
associated
with
Jin
Yonabaru
,
widely
regarded
as
the
most
annoying
person
on
base
.
Not
that
I
blamed
her
.
I
’
d
tripped
the
spilled
potato
flag
,
and
now
I
’
d
tripped
this
one
.
The
aftermath
was
my
responsibility
.
In
a
base
dyed
in
coffee
-
stain
splotches
of
desert
earth
tones
,
a
woman
like
Rachel
was
bound
to
attract
an
admirer
or
two
,
but
I
’
d
never
realized
just
how
popular
she
was
.
This
man
hadn
’
t
picked
a
fight
with
me
over
some
company
rivalry
.
He
was
showing
off
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
I
shouldn
’
t
have
said
anything
.
"
Rachel
turned
to
face
the
looming
giant
and
shooed
me
away
with
a
gesture
from
behind
her
back
.
"
Here
.
Have
a
shrimp
.
On
the
house
.
"
