[She’s lucky that Connor is present, then, in his room and turning to look at A4 with the usual amount of surprise required to face someone who had just… barged in with what appears to be stacks of clothing balanced on one arm.]
I’m right here, A4. There’s no need to shout.
[He steps forward, his immediate inclination to help her with the clothing she seems to be balancing well enough.]
bless her
I’m right here, A4. There’s no need to shout.
[He steps forward, his immediate inclination to help her with the clothing she seems to be balancing well enough.]
What’s all this?