I was trying to ease into it, [ silena complains huffily, though admittedly under her breath while the two workers trip and fall over their words. she reaches out automatically, to touch her hand to one of their arms, instinct to comfort when someone seems distressed. ]
I think they might if you would be nicer about it. There is a thing called discretion, you know.
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I think they might if you would be nicer about it. There is a thing called discretion, you know.