Yeah. If you taste anything like that mannequin, I'll pass!

[She says, the same ole big grin that Susie often wears but her expression has waned by the time she takes his hand again, turning to keep walking down the torchlit hallway.

But the whispers are strong and there's a paranoia that twists it's way into her chest. Quietly.]

Hey Ralsei.

[There's a silence, long enough to suggest maybe she forgot what she was going to say, but eventually.]

...Would you be my friend. Even if I wasn't a chosen one?