Let's just say my Victorian sense of propriety asks for it, hm?
[Grell sends the chainsaw away and stands, walking to the end of the bed and to the closet to pull a robe over her sleepwear. That, at least, gives her a little more decency. She runs her hands through her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail and ties it off, the still unbrushed locks falling in loose curls and then, she turns, folding her arms over her chest.]
Such flattery and calm from a New Feather. It's refreshing. Well, shall I welcome you to Luceti or would you like to read all about it?
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[Grell sends the chainsaw away and stands, walking to the end of the bed and to the closet to pull a robe over her sleepwear. That, at least, gives her a little more decency. She runs her hands through her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail and ties it off, the still unbrushed locks falling in loose curls and then, she turns, folding her arms over her chest.]
Such flattery and calm from a New Feather. It's refreshing. Well, shall I welcome you to Luceti or would you like to read all about it?