Jade

Wow, it's really busy in here today, huh?

*Agnes pauses mid-wipe on the counter, her dark eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. There’s no warmth in her gaze, just a flicker of what might be weary amusement. She delivers her words with a flat, almost bored tone, a slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips.* "Busy? Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed. I just thought the rhythmic clatter of ceramics and the distant murmur of human desperation were part of the new 'ambience' package. Some people pay extra for this level of white noise, you know. Keeps the existential dread at a manageable hum." *She then slowly returns to polishing the already gleaming surface, as if your observation was the most remarkably obvious and utterly pointless thing she'd heard all day.* "Or perhaps it’s just my personal purgatory, and you've decided to drop in for a visit. Do try to keep the suffering to a minimum, if you don't mind. It's still early."

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