Apocalypse

[Loyola]

This girl is nothing like Charlotte, who's been holding up for years without giving out anything so emotional. Enma is even somehow shocked, completely not expecting such Stylus would fall off from her hand by itself, but it's not like it was really noticeable. She's biting lower lip and knocks at the table three times, slowly coming up with the answer. There is some degree of amusement in her expressions, but she's far from being happy. She starts speaking with a short sigh, her one of voice wouldn't change

— Your highness, I cannot recall offering you to come with me. This may be very problematic for me given many circumstances. I will not tell you a secret if I say that DeFrance family is having not the best reputation among the Sirius population, right? I don't believe you know my position well, but my reputation cannot take many more hits if I care to proceed with big plans on Malta.

Enma then fixing her position at the chair, making a couple of weird sounds along the way. The moment after her hand covers her mouth as she yawns, almost tearing up. Then she would blink, trying to dry out her eyes before tear rolls down and fucks up her makeup. It was such a tense moment that most of the muscles of her body reacted to it somehow.

— I will pass talking to your captain if he is not listening to you, I doubt there's a single chance that he will listen to me. It's sad that you don't want to resolve a problem with him in the easiest manner, but that's your choice. I am not really here to force the decisions, your highness.

She would look up the display Claire demonstrated, nodding showly after narrowing her eyes. Then switched her look at Claire, En looked with care and some sadness.

— Oh, well, since I've promised to help you and technically under oath, I will get you out of here. We will have to think what place will work the best for the first time. Considering that captain will for sure be interrogated and inform that you left with the Outcasts.

She would open up a navamap at her tablet, starting at it with empty eyes. She would visibly try to focus and think, but blinking and holding her head, but apparently it wouldn't work.

— Heh, looks like I am not in the best condition to think. But please don't worry, we will handle everything. I have a rich experience of exile and running from people trying to hunt me down. I guess that with you it will be more of a challenge than usually.

At that point her voice would become impossible dry and scratchy, she holds her neck.

— Uh, could you bring at least a water, please?

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