[ All it really does is splash on Anna's black leather jacket and break on the floor. She stops what she's doing to glance at Mima. Her reaction is in stark contrast: entirely muted and mostly just confused. ]
It's nothing, girl.
[ She just picks up a rag, bending down to gather the puddle of glass into the cloth. ]
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It's nothing, girl.
[ She just picks up a rag, bending down to gather the puddle of glass into the cloth. ]
Go find a broom.