feeling in displeasure. Though in knowing, words always confirmed suspicions.

❝ . . . Something the matter, Whisper .ᐣ ❞

Perhaps it'd been the ornate style of Sol she'd grown so use to, but the casual threads Mobius allowed on display . . was of distate to her. A hand retracts from the rack, her foot reeling back from the glossy tiled floor, taking an eye to spot Whisper, who'd appear to share a somewhat simular —

sleeping beauty was okay .ᐟ This is a dangerous world Sal, and *anything* can happen when a folks fallen asleep. ❞

He's done that thing again where he looks off into the invisible camera and speaks his words like advice for a children's TV show . .