[ Now dressed in something that doesn't make her feel like herself, she pats it down and looks at herself in the mirror. She misses her kefta, her clothes, her everything. But that doesn't mean she'll admit as much. There's directness and then there's being outright rude, the latter is something Zoya doesn't particularly wish to be. She's already been rude enough to shove her way into a room that isn't hers. ]
I take it you've been here for a while? [ With a glance around. ] You're established.
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[ Now dressed in something that doesn't make her feel like herself, she pats it down and looks at herself in the mirror. She misses her kefta, her clothes, her everything. But that doesn't mean she'll admit as much. There's directness and then there's being outright rude, the latter is something Zoya doesn't particularly wish to be. She's already been rude enough to shove her way into a room that isn't hers. ]
I take it you've been here for a while? [ With a glance around. ] You're established.