But despite how fashionable the other woman might be, she seems... Hmm. Kiritsubo looks her over with those dark, unreflective eyes, for a moment not saying anything at all. She brings her pipe to her lips and takes a draught, the smoke curling from her mouth when she removes it, a little sparkle of something crystalline on her tongue. (A piercing, perhaps.)]
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But despite how fashionable the other woman might be, she seems... Hmm. Kiritsubo looks her over with those dark, unreflective eyes, for a moment not saying anything at all. She brings her pipe to her lips and takes a draught, the smoke curling from her mouth when she removes it, a little sparkle of something crystalline on her tongue. (A piercing, perhaps.)]
Oh. Destitute, are we... ?
[Shame.]