[Ah, yes. There would be some sort of downside, wouldn't there? Reira freezes as she comprehends the figure before her, standing stock still, as if shocked. Her fingers tighten around her basket until the knuckles go whiter than her already pale skin-and certainly white in comparison to the moon rock covering her skin in messy patches like scales.
This-this is...Ah yes, the supervisor. Her former one, her mind supplies, even as confusion grips her in the face of Childermass' frown. Reira continues to grip her basket, with her eyes wide in seemingly perpetual horror-but when she speaks it is with a deathly monotone, and an unflinching stare upward.]
...You don't have to know what I'm doing anymore, [she announces flatly, waiting for the other to move for now. Perhaps, if he makes the wrong move, she'll call security. Yes, that would certainly be appropriate.]
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This-this is...Ah yes, the supervisor. Her former one, her mind supplies, even as confusion grips her in the face of Childermass' frown. Reira continues to grip her basket, with her eyes wide in seemingly perpetual horror-but when she speaks it is with a deathly monotone, and an unflinching stare upward.]
...You don't have to know what I'm doing anymore, [she announces flatly, waiting for the other to move for now. Perhaps, if he makes the wrong move, she'll call security. Yes, that would certainly be appropriate.]
I have to finish what the Prince asked. Move.