[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rw2405Gw/original.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=9999ff]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Carnival Set Up
[b][color=9999ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Gilbert and Giouse's discussion was bothering Andromeda - [i]really bothering her[/i]. At first, she assumed it was just her own pride. They were the Emendators and she was the Paradox, she reminded herself. They had more experience in the bizarre and a better success rate at surviving it - especially given last time weird things happened at a circus, she had died. Yet they were continuously being rude to Ruthie and only paying attention to each other. It continued to bother her more and more, until a potential explanation came into Andromeda's mind. No, the Emendators couldn't be sexist, could they? 

	She tried not to think too much about that thought. It was too easy to see things that weren't there sometimes, but it continued to nag at her as Ruthie accepted the offer of a drink. It was just that they were Emendators and used to knowing everything, right? That had to be all this was. She was reading the situation incorrectly and was getting a bit bothered over something that wasn't there. She didn't think the Cards or the Dice were the sort that would tolerate sexism either and Gilbert and Giouse had to have trained Alicia at some point. Sexist people wouldn't do that, right?

	However, the idea still was nagging away at her. [color=9999ff]"Would you like me to accompany you all?"[/color] Andromeda asked, looking at Ruthie and the two Emendators. She didn't want to overstep a boundary and insert herself into this if it wasn't the place for a Paradox.