[It's Eliot, and she'll take his word for golden any day. She thinks about what he's saying. Could it be a loss? She honestly hadn't even thought of that. It tempers her anger slightly, but she's still rather offended.
She looks away, folding her arms.]
Not if I knock his head from his shoulders first.
[Which is another reason she's been avoiding him at all costs.]
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She looks away, folding her arms.]
Not if I knock his head from his shoulders first.
[Which is another reason she's been avoiding him at all costs.]