[It's Jorgmund's fault. If not for the fact they'd both been enslaved by the corporation, this would never have happened.

Stacia covers a gasp with her hand, eyes wide with apparent horror at the very suggestion. Really, it's that or try not to giggle, and giggling would be breaking character.]

Oh goodness no, I'd hate to be passive-aggressive! Those people waste so much time beating around the bush that they never get anything done!

[She curls a hand under her chin, tilting her head down to rest on her knuckles so that she can look up at him through her eyelashes.]

Gosh, you're so insightful, you know me so well and we've only just met! I bet a lot of people here are doing things wrong...