This time, at least, Susan is...a little prepared.
Only a little.
But she has, at least, heard about this. And when the shock and the alarm of suddenly appearing somewhere else, she crosses her arm and glares at the room around her. It's not really as impressive or as intimidating as her older self's glares, but well, she makes a good effort.
"Where are you?" she demands. "Don't you know that it's rude, sticking people in different places like this without any warning?"
The office chair swivels around. "That is why you have been given a chair and a beverage, Susan Sto Helit," an opulently dressed man who looks to be from the Agatean Empire says. "We understand mortals like such things--although you are not altogether mortal, are you?" he adds, peering at her.
"In any case, welcome. I am the Emperor, numbered fourth among the Arcana, and this is my Conversation Space."
"A chair and a beverage?" Susan says, staring at him in utter disbelief. "That's what you think being polite is? Giving someone a chair and a beverage? Don't you know anything?"
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Only a little.
But she has, at least, heard about this. And when the shock and the alarm of suddenly appearing somewhere else, she crosses her arm and glares at the room around her. It's not really as impressive or as intimidating as her older self's glares, but well, she makes a good effort.
"Where are you?" she demands. "Don't you know that it's rude, sticking people in different places like this without any warning?"
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"In any case, welcome. I am the Emperor, numbered fourth among the Arcana, and this is my Conversation Space."
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