[She's sitting, knees bent loosely up toward her chest. The crystal's hovering casually off to the side, and she's gazing at something out in front of her that it can't see for a moment, then her eyes drop to her hands in her lap, brow knitting.
After a moment, derisively:] This waiting is ridiculous. [And she's up and pacing. The crystal can see
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