[that remark is very much the cement brick necessary to get Cecelia's head out of the clouds and come crashing straight back down to this rotten, smelly earth. the light of her nervous smile drains out of her eyes and she's left with something more tacked-on and uninspired.
while attempting to remain cordial, there's an undeniable flatness in her tone to mark her distaste:] Maybe in your world, sir. You'll find it is not the case in other places represented here.
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while attempting to remain cordial, there's an undeniable flatness in her tone to mark her distaste:] Maybe in your world, sir. You'll find it is not the case in other places represented here.