[As carefully and gently as Oda can manage with one hand, he picks up Aria's makeshift cradle and moves her out of the pink mist, onto the couch. Hopefully it was gentle enough not to wake her.
Then he turns his glare on the Munna again, still with a glare as sharp as his knife.]
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Then he turns his glare on the Munna again, still with a glare as sharp as his knife.]
Last chance to get out.