[Even heavily accented, the sound is nice to hear. Familiar. Enough so that it cuts through Sieglinde's focus on the experiment she has running on her desk, half-buried in books and absently going over Japanese vocabulary while she waited for the Zeta-12 springwater to heat. It's enough to make her clamber from her chair, pausing to resituate before she puts her heels to the ground.
She may have unbound them, but her feet were still largely devoid of feeling- the nerves had died off over the years, but as long as she minded the balance, she could do it. Walk to the door carefully, and open it smiling, completely unaware of what dour news might have brought her.]
Kida? Come in, come in- How good it is you Atalanteans can speak many tongues, what a mess things are-
[Swung the door open wide, gesturing for her guest to enter, waving at the sketches of... people? Crudely drawn people on parchment that were slightly stained. Some of those faces might be... ALASTAIR recruits?]
no subject
She may have unbound them, but her feet were still largely devoid of feeling- the nerves had died off over the years, but as long as she minded the balance, she could do it. Walk to the door carefully, and open it smiling, completely unaware of what dour news might have brought her.]
Kida? Come in, come in- How good it is you Atalanteans can speak many tongues, what a mess things are-
[Swung the door open wide, gesturing for her guest to enter, waving at the sketches of... people? Crudely drawn people on parchment that were slightly stained. Some of those faces might be... ALASTAIR recruits?]
Please do not mind the trash-