[She tells him so crisply, barely lowering her lashes to add a further chill to her condescending stare.]
Oh? What a coincidence. I'm not thrilled about sharing my quarters with a half-naked drunk.
[Speaking of which, she's marching off to their room. First she's going to kick his dirty clothes onto his side of the room, then pick up a pair of pants...daintily...because she doesn't know where these pants have been. Down the stairs she goes, and hucks the pants at the back of Qrow's head.]
Dress yourself. There are others who live here who don't share my patience.
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[She tells him so crisply, barely lowering her lashes to add a further chill to her condescending stare.]
Oh? What a coincidence. I'm not thrilled about sharing my quarters with a half-naked drunk.
[Speaking of which, she's marching off to their room. First she's going to kick his dirty clothes onto his side of the room, then pick up a pair of pants...daintily...because she doesn't know where these pants have been. Down the stairs she goes, and hucks the pants at the back of Qrow's head.]
Dress yourself. There are others who live here who don't share my patience.