Approaching the woman with a bow lower than what she'd give to a human, hoping that the sense of deference that comes from the action carries over. Somehow. ]
[ the woman looks faintly surprised; she does seem to recognize the gesture, and in return offers you what seems to be a greeting—both arms extended toward you, one palm up, one palm down. ]
Don't worry about it.
[ she glances up at the man. ]
The water level's going down. Slowly, but steadily.
Well, unless you happen to be a canal priest yourself, an engineer, or a hydrologist, perhaps the best you can do is create a diversion, if you think yourself equal to that task.
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Approaching the woman with a bow lower than what she'd give to a human, hoping that the sense of deference that comes from the action carries over. Somehow. ]
I am truly sorry for the intrusion.
Re: THE LADIES' RETIRING ROOM?
Don't worry about it.
[ she glances up at the man. ]
The water level's going down. Slowly, but steadily.
Re: THE LADIES' RETIRING ROOM?
Isn't that cause for concern?
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Not bad, not bad. And yes, that is, in fact, very bad!
[ she looks at the man again. ]
We can fix it, but... well.
Re: THE LADIES' RETIRING ROOM?
Is there anything I can do to help?
Re: THE LADIES' RETIRING ROOM?