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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Robichaud" data-source="post: 4209426" data-attributes="member: 56369">At the next table over, Jamilee's been watching the spectacle that's Gildrim with a growing, morbid sort of interest - and after this latest and greatest development, she can no longer contain herself. She grins at him. Well, snarls, maybe. With the mess her face is, the difference is hard to tell. Her voice is no help either, because hearing it one gets the feeling that it wouldn't matter whether she's happy, sad, or hopping mad, it's going to sound like a cat being strangled in a back alley somehwere no matter what.At any rate, she speaks. "Call me curious - I wouldn't mind seeing you take a stab-""Stab," the bird on her shoulder says."-at it," she continues. "Just don't tell me any platitudes, like, oh, I don't know, 'You'll continue to be ugly-"The raven echoes "Ugly!", loud and scratchy and with just a hint of mockery in it."-shut up, bird." Definitely more of a snarl, though she doesn't let the bird distract her for long.  "Just don't tell me meaningless drivel that's true for everyone, always, or so bloody obvious a whelp who's just been weaned could foretell it -- tell me what you see."</blockquote>