[ Well, so much for a little help around here. Ann doesnt take a second look at the prop—sword?—that the stagehand leans against the wall, because she's watching the woman go with a forlorn look on her face. What is she supposed to do now?! She could go on, she supposes, but she doesn't actually know any of the lines—wait, is she supposed to be this unnamed tavern wench that seduces the hero?!
This is insulting. ]
What the hell!
[ That's when she finally hears—someone calling for her? She turns to look around, trying to pinpoint the voice, but... no one's here. Actually, it sounds like it's coming from... she moves to stand closer to the sword, her expression incredulous. ]
Um... are you... talking to me? [ What the fuck. She starts to inspect the sword a little more, leaning down to give it a closer look. ] Is this some kind of speaker or something?
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This is insulting. ]
What the hell!
[ That's when she finally hears—someone calling for her? She turns to look around, trying to pinpoint the voice, but... no one's here. Actually, it sounds like it's coming from... she moves to stand closer to the sword, her expression incredulous. ]
Um... are you... talking to me? [ What the fuck. She starts to inspect the sword a little more, leaning down to give it a closer look. ] Is this some kind of speaker or something?