[ Her lips press together in a thoughtful, thin line, as she's left quiet for a moment following Hamel's answer. It's disquieting to think about the varying degrees the resort bends people to its will. Nami hasn't been exempt from the House's influence, but she's had those finely sharpened survival instincts to help her wrap her head around it. A pang of guilt needles at the pit of her stomach at hearing Hamel so obviously disquieted, and she lets the subject drop, though she's no less determined to distract from how boring these pods are. ]
So tell me about your other preferences. What's your drink? Your favorite color, even.
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So tell me about your other preferences. What's your drink? Your favorite color, even.