[Flandre didn't put her hand on Meiling's shoulder (that seemed rude) or on the back of her chair, but instead hovered somewhere to the side of it, head inclined a little.]
Excuse me, do I know you?
[She meant it more as an attempt at distraction; if she was going to help people, she had to learn how to do more than lift cars off of people. Distracting them from what bothered them counted, didn't it?
...but there was something tickling at her memory she couldn't quite identify.]
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Excuse me, do I know you?
[She meant it more as an attempt at distraction; if she was going to help people, she had to learn how to do more than lift cars off of people. Distracting them from what bothered them counted, didn't it?
...but there was something tickling at her memory she couldn't quite identify.]