"Fascinating..." murmured Ailee. "And ow. Quit it. [i]Ow[/i]! Knock it off, assholes! I'm trying to learn about this stupid piece of junk! Don't give me that, [i]you[/i] bought me here."

Impatience builds within her like static electricity. It wants to just be done with all this bullshit and get the conversation to its conclusion - a conclusion where she is no longer getting opportunistically stung by panicking bees. She rolls her jaw. The difference between an Archmage and some sort of vice elemental was her ability to focus those sensations on what mattered.

Her big book of nightmare translations is out again and she's flicking through it to the chapter on deranged public transportation infrastructure. "Warning acknowledged," she stated as her tattoos glowed, letting herself be known and heard. "Hello, Wormwood Station. I am the Chief Inspector. Calm your flailing. It is unseemly. We will discuss this over tea like civilized Aspects."