[ She has to restrain herself from yelling at him as he essentially confirms her suspicion. It's not like it's essentially important; regardless if he's heard of her or not (how could he not? Alice made sure she made a name for herself in the New World), he wouldn't know anything substantial.

It's fine. This is fine. ]

Yeah, I'm used to those kinds, too. But I've... uh, met the Chosen of Sylvarant, and apparently she has a different kind of wings and an insane knack for evading trouble.

[ Her tone doesn't sound as enthused as it was as she starts talking about Colette. That kind of genuine happiness makes her skin crawl. Gross. ]