[She considers, for a moment or two, reminding Sentience that she was the one who was ready to drop everything and go searching for a mirror. Better not to, however, as much fun as it would be to get under her skin. She looses a quiet little sigh and lifts a hand to gesture somewhat nonchalantly in the direction she had last taken note of the food that was set out for new arrivals.
Or what she presumes was set out for new arrivals.]
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Or what she presumes was set out for new arrivals.]
That way, I believe. I'll be right behind you.