(frustrated) “Really, Irina! Your manners. I shudder to think what your father would think if he saw you behaving in such a manner. (sigh) Perhaps your Aunt Lillian can talk some sense into you. Goodness knows, someone needs to curb this streak of wildness running within you!”

(aghast) “You SPOKE to them? And without a proper introduction? We know nothing about these strangers, these – these elves and dwarves. I suppose some aren’t so bad. A few have at least made
a passing nod toward fashion, but the rest of them – Oh! This simply will not do! Until we reach Krystalia, we shall remain in our cabin.”