Fortescue runs her fingers through her hair, warming herself now that they're inside. Jazz mewls and jumps to the floor, puffing out his hair. As much as it can be, at least. She's about to mention that Jazz gets plenty of food he never had as an alley cat when she, instead, listens to Balthazar's explanation. It easily pushes out any thoughts of cat food.
Is he pulling her leg? ...no, he seems to be serious.
She frowns, although it looks more thoughtful than anything else. That the Church of the Empire has equal stakes in their nonsense being true as anything else... well, she's glad they're not here to know it's true. The pompous, arrogant pricks have enough attitude as it is. Although...
"Now that I do think about it, I'm positive the Titanic was an airship," she muses, "in my world. But we definitely don't have angels there. Or cinema about an emergency water landing." Her frown shifts to an amused smile. "You're not quite the picture that the Church of the Empire paints."
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Is he pulling her leg? ...no, he seems to be serious.
She frowns, although it looks more thoughtful than anything else. That the Church of the Empire has equal stakes in their nonsense being true as anything else... well, she's glad they're not here to know it's true. The pompous, arrogant pricks have enough attitude as it is. Although...
"Now that I do think about it, I'm positive the Titanic was an airship," she muses, "in my world. But we definitely don't have angels there. Or cinema about an emergency water landing." Her frown shifts to an amused smile. "You're not quite the picture that the Church of the Empire paints."