[Yenh's only response first is a series of increasingly perplexed grunts. Her pince-nez go skittering across the dais from the force of the initial step, and her packaged up underpants go hopping down the steps. There is nothing she can do in her own defense that won't get her killed, and she very, very much doesn't want to partake in that kind of cultural exchange.]
[She squeezes her eyes shut in dismay. It was story time after all.]
no subject
[She squeezes her eyes shut in dismay. It was story time after all.]
I understand.