[ It might simply be pretty words, to ease her concerns, but Hamel's not entirely a poor judge of character. Not when it counts, anyway, so she opts not to argue, instead following him over to the table and the chair.
... Which she doesn't sit at, quite yet, instead casting her gaze about and stepping away briefly to fetch another chair and plunk it down on the other end of the table. Sir, it's okay. You don't have to loom. ]
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... Which she doesn't sit at, quite yet, instead casting her gaze about and stepping away briefly to fetch another chair and plunk it down on the other end of the table. Sir, it's okay. You don't have to loom. ]
Please, if you'd like... you don't need to stand.
By any chance, are you a new arrival?