[ She wants to defend the NPC. Surely he was trying to help. Sure. Ly. ...The words spoken in his defence already sound defeated. ] But we don't have any money.
[ This does not help the guy's case at all. Normally there'd be another attempt to rally again to protect the man's honor - but the question is enough of a curveball to make her eyes dart to Anywhere Else. Eventually they rest on her own uniform. Everything stings. Her collar is pulled back slightly to glance down, and even Muriel can get the glimpse of dark scars around her neck.
And she looks entirely unsurprised. There's a laugh here, lilting and nervous and entirely forced. ] Probably. It'd be a miracle if I lived, at least. But we're both still here.
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[ This does not help the guy's case at all. Normally there'd be another attempt to rally again to protect the man's honor - but the question is enough of a curveball to make her eyes dart to Anywhere Else. Eventually they rest on her own uniform. Everything stings. Her collar is pulled back slightly to glance down, and even Muriel can get the glimpse of dark scars around her neck.
And she looks entirely unsurprised. There's a laugh here, lilting and nervous and entirely forced. ] Probably. It'd be a miracle if I lived, at least. But we're both still here.
[ So everything's fine. Totes. ]