[ She sits beside Rust, at odds with Misato, her back stiff and shoulders rolled back under her long robes. Her attention kept without strict direction - oh, how she loves veils. She could be yawning under here for all they knew. ]
If the price is worth it. [ Is the unimpressed, bored drawl. The counterpoint to Misato's eagerness, Rust's ownership. ]
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[ She sits beside Rust, at odds with Misato, her back stiff and shoulders rolled back under her long robes. Her attention kept without strict direction - oh, how she loves veils. She could be yawning under here for all they knew. ]
If the price is worth it. [ Is the unimpressed, bored drawl. The counterpoint to Misato's eagerness, Rust's ownership. ]