[Nill shrugs. Four months ago, it wouldn't have been her shtick. Nill had spent the better part of three years (long before she ever got here) trying to keep as low a profile as humanly possible, but she was done with that. She had nothing to keep her quiet anymore.
If she was going to keep staying here, those monsters were going to watch her drag them all into the grave with her.
Her wings flutter a little though, almost amused.]
He thinks you're a computer program.
[Claire won't hear her, but Lisbeth will. Nill just goes into the kitchen and takes her seat at the table again, pointing to the fridge. If Claire would like a beer, he can help himself. Morning? Psh. She hardly sleeps, so it makes no difference to her.]
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If she was going to keep staying here, those monsters were going to watch her drag them all into the grave with her.
Her wings flutter a little though, almost amused.]
He thinks you're a computer program.
[Claire won't hear her, but Lisbeth will. Nill just goes into the kitchen and takes her seat at the table again, pointing to the fridge. If Claire would like a beer, he can help himself. Morning? Psh. She hardly sleeps, so it makes no difference to her.]