Her answer comes quickly, accompanied by a little shake of her head.
"No, I'd like t'be relatively sober for this."
She turns to one of the unlit oil lamps, carefully removes the glass globe, and uses a candle to light it. She adjusts the wick until the right amount of light is cast off, keeping her hands busy at doing something while her mind is racing.
"Y'have a nice room," she says, walking aimlessly around it. "I said that already, didn't I? Well, it is. Nice. Decent, at least. Comfortable, I should think, after a few nights spent on the ground."
It's entirely possible she's only rambling to fill the silence.
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Her answer comes quickly, accompanied by a little shake of her head.
"No, I'd like t'be relatively sober for this."
She turns to one of the unlit oil lamps, carefully removes the glass globe, and uses a candle to light it. She adjusts the wick until the right amount of light is cast off, keeping her hands busy at doing something while her mind is racing.
"Y'have a nice room," she says, walking aimlessly around it. "I said that already, didn't I? Well, it is. Nice. Decent, at least. Comfortable, I should think, after a few nights spent on the ground."
It's entirely possible she's only rambling to fill the silence.