[ ... that's right, isn't it? He's from behind her. Unhappily, her lips press together. It is hardly casual banter, her tone a bit strained, her eyes almost unfriendly as she keeps a sharp gaze behind them. Aranea won't raise her voice too high, but she does respond to him. ]
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Yeah. Right.
[ A faint sigh, if he knows to listen for it. ]
That bother you, the not knowing?