[Saxsice sniffs a couple times, trying in vain to seem like she isn't on the verge of tears. Being soaking wet helps mask it a little, at least, and she even trusts herself to turn around and frown at the two young men.]
Yeah, of course. [Another sniff, and she wipes her nose on her arm, then frowns towards the dark-haired stranger.] Whaddya mean, "illusions"?
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Yeah, of course. [Another sniff, and she wipes her nose on her arm, then frowns towards the dark-haired stranger.] Whaddya mean, "illusions"?