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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

I had to admire how she always looked you straight in the eye. Whether there was anything that she had to say or not, Gratia Mindaro would always meet you head-on. It was just how she did things.

If I could be half as straightforward, I'd probably be sitting pretty compared to the state I was in right now. Fortune favors the bold, but unfortunately I'm not half as bold a guy as you'd like me to be.

If she weren't as talkative as a brick wall in the event that she didn't specifically have something to say, I might end up asking her to coach me on being more direct. But, unfortunately for me, Gratia Mindaro was not a woman who would suffer idle chatter easily. At least, not for most of us.

Maybe every so often you could catch her on a good day, and she'd let you kill some of her idle time with errant thoughts. Like in a line for an airship.

Or on the balcony of a cruise ship.

If it was directness I wanted, there was nobody better to train it on than the most direct person I knew.

Have I mentioned that I'm not bright yet today? In case you weren't aware...

[b]"What have you been listening to?"[/b] I asked, eyes momentarily flicking to the headphones around her neck.

Keep not answering questions, the way things are shaping up, I'll have all night to think up new ones.