She... kind of is, but right now she's not especially happy to be here. Eve shakes her head. "I'll go with you." She could do to learn a bit more about this place, anyway, even if the Sentry isn't specifically animal control.
Why 1611 is another problem entirely. There's a a short quick laugh. "Shakespeare," she says, as if that explains everything. "It's when he wrote the Tempest."
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She... kind of is, but right now she's not especially happy to be here. Eve shakes her head. "I'll go with you." She could do to learn a bit more about this place, anyway, even if the Sentry isn't specifically animal control.
Why 1611 is another problem entirely. There's a a short quick laugh. "Shakespeare," she says, as if that explains everything. "It's when he wrote the Tempest."