>Ponder.
>"Think we came at a bad time?"
>"At a bad time?" she says. "...maybe?"
>"Does she often meet with people like this?"
>"People like this? I don't
think so...."
>"Well," the other woman continues, "if you are content to hold back the flow of progress, as so many before have tried and failed, then I shan't expend any more of my time preaching to deaf ears. Every minute wasted here is another minute we are all held back."
>"Then you'd best run on, yes?" Professor Morrigan's voice is thick with barbed courtesy; you can almost taste it.
>"Indeed!" Either her companion is oblivious to the tone of her words or simply impervious to them. "If eventually you come to realize your fundamental misapprehension, I trust you know where I can be found. Good day to you, Miss Morrigan."
>And with that, the door abruptly opens. Kyouko squeaks slightly and tries to shift the box out of the way. Standing in the doorway is a woman clad in vivid red from head to toe - hair, vest, skirt, and even the cape which flutters dramatically at her sudden motion. She isn't especially tall in an objective sense, but she carries herself with such gravitas that you can't help but feel it adds a few inches. She spares only the briefest of moments to appraise both you and Kyouko with sharp eyes before turning dismissively and striding briskly down the hallway.
>"G- good afternoon!" Kyouko calls out after her, an odd timidity dampening the full force of her salutation. The woman appears to take no notice of her.
