[She laughs, the sound vibrating like a tuning fork in the yellowed frills at her jaw. Isn't this a ridiculous little party, all of them charging along after Siva'co's pace? Her own legs are too short for this nonsense; she's relieved when he deigns to shorten his stride.]

An hour? I've a very important date with a real bath. [A wildly unnecessary detail, but she has a particular fondness for those.] Sorry girls, it appears the man's in a hurry.

[--Oh but there he goes again. She huffs and stubbornly refuses to lengthen her gait to match.] Which means - two questions from each of you. Three, two, one, go.