( There's something to be said for the impulsivity of the young, and a lack of patience, too. If the stakes in this illusion were higher, if lives were legitimately on the line, she'd pause... probably. At least to better read cues from someone who recognised what was going on better than she did.
Instead, she's managed to weave her hurried way back to the metal construct who gave her the drink to start this all in the first place. The murmurs behind them get louder, odd good cheer of the crowd shifting into confusion, beyond into irritation. Ciri shoves the microphone into the construct's hands, meriting a pause on its part. She's still staring down the bartender who's staring her down in turn when her companion in this farce arrives.
Which is when the bartender construct smiles. )
Congratulations. Orb retrieval a success. Would you like to remain?
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Instead, she's managed to weave her hurried way back to the metal construct who gave her the drink to start this all in the first place. The murmurs behind them get louder, odd good cheer of the crowd shifting into confusion, beyond into irritation. Ciri shoves the microphone into the construct's hands, meriting a pause on its part. She's still staring down the bartender who's staring her down in turn when her companion in this farce arrives.
Which is when the bartender construct smiles. )
Congratulations. Orb retrieval a success. Would you like to remain?
( With the increasingly unhappy crowd. )