[She glares at him, bristled much like a very irate meowbeast (imagery which is helped a bit by her constantly untidy hair). Part of her frustration is trying to parse his answer.
She can't think about it for too long, though, or she'll just throttle him for mixed messages. And while that would be extremely satisfying, she doesn't think it would be very conductive to keeping their tiny social circle intact in this helltower.
So she scoffs and rests her chin on her knees again.] Fine. Enjoy the scenery.
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She can't think about it for too long, though, or she'll just throttle him for mixed messages. And while that would be extremely satisfying, she doesn't think it would be very conductive to keeping their tiny social circle intact in this helltower.
So she scoffs and rests her chin on her knees again.] Fine. Enjoy the scenery.