[In the sitting room of the Narcissus Suite, Tia can be heard before seen as she stands a few paces from the lit fireplace, seeming to speak directly at it.]
Are you listening? Answer me.
[Silence. She sighs, her shoulders drooping in frustration. It's time to head out.
For the most part, Tia moves like a woman on a mission, halting only once she reaches the Promenade of Reflexion, where she stares down her own statue—or, rather, the associated plaque—looking cross at what she reads on it. So much for that. Eventually, she winds up in the Mars room, her brow creased in lieu of squinting at the numerous reflections of light.]
What good are weapons if they're stored away like this?
[She's never understood this inclination toward displaying everything under the sun.]
no subject
Are you listening? Answer me.
[Silence. She sighs, her shoulders drooping in frustration. It's time to head out.
For the most part, Tia moves like a woman on a mission, halting only once she reaches the Promenade of Reflexion, where she stares down her own statue—or, rather, the associated plaque—looking cross at what she reads on it. So much for that. Eventually, she winds up in the Mars room, her brow creased in lieu of squinting at the numerous reflections of light.]
What good are weapons if they're stored away like this?
[She's never understood this inclination toward displaying everything under the sun.]