[right][h2][s]J̶͙̝̹͖͒̅̂̏͝͝ā̶̪̘̾̇̎̕y̷̗̦̖͊̀̑ͅ's̵̤̪̰̓͝[/s] [color=8882be]Sirpa's[/color] C̸̭͓̤͓̘̱̑̀̾͝͠ą̸̟͈̯͖͐̉͛̾̕͠t̴̩̺͆̂̓͐̕ḣ̵͉͍̣ȧ̷̫̙̞̐͘r̴̛̛͉̟̓̌̿͛s̴̛̮̞̫̝͉͆̈̀ị̸̗͓͍́͑ș̴̛͊̐̋͝t̸̞͗͐[/h2]
[@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=8882be]Sirpa grimaced slightly at the creature's uncanny movements. She twiddled her fingers as she spoke. [b]"I don't really know what to say,"[/b] she admitted. [b]"I... I'm actually really confused about what they're saying. So it's hard to know what to say. I don't..."[/b] She paused to glance at Jay, then looked back at the creature. [b]"Are we...[i]really[/i] in a 'group therapy' thing right now? I don't think I signed up for that..."[/b] Sirpa's gaze wandered the room as she spoke, following an invisible train of thought. [b]"Why am I here?"[/b] She looked toward Jay again, but continued to speak to the creature. [b]"Actually, you can tell me later. I think I'm good at listening. I just... I'm not good at knowing when I'm supposed to talk, and I thought maybe Jay would want to get their whole story out first."[/b] Somehow, Sirpa was confident that this was another aside that the others couldn't hear. She felt no need to speak in hushed tones or monitor her expressions.[/color]