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Angela looks at him quizically. “Remnant? I’m not sure I have heard of it I’m afraid. Is it a city, a country?” She tips her head to the side, awaiting his response.

He clicks his tongue at that being just his luck. “Remnant the continent. Creatures of Grimm? Huntsman?” He asks hoping to find something she knew.

“Continent?” Angela blinks. Never had she heard of an eighth continent. And she had visited practically all of them throughout her life. “I’m sorry, I have never heard of this place, or these... ‘Creatures of Grimm’. I wasn’t aware that this continent existed.” She rubs the back of her neck with a sheepish smile.

Angela looks at him quizically. "Remnant? I'm not sure I have heard of it I'm afraid. Is it a city, a country?" She tips her head to the side, awaiting his response.

Qrow shakes his head with a fond smile. “What is it with blonde woman working themselves to death.” He muses to himself. He smiles and offers his hand. “I’m Qrow Branwen, I’m your next appointment. Unless you rather I head out and you get a nap in.” He offers kindly with a chuckle.

“Ah! No, no, do take a seat. My apologies, I didn’t think it was that time already.” The medic chuckles softly, shaking her head before shaking the man’s hand. “Angela Ziegler. Now, what seems to be the problem, Mister Branwen?”

she opened her eyes and he stopped being edgy

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