[Hint deflected, darn it. Nita retreats and regroups for next time.]
Mr. Enjolras, sorry.
[It's not a sarcastic use of the honorific. Nita just tends to tack those on whenever last names are getting thrown around, because, flippant demeanor aside, she's actually pretty polite. She moves along, because she's not really capable of being awkward for longer than about five seconds.]
Oh, I'm dead too. ...Sort of. It's complicated. You get used to the idea.
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Mr. Enjolras, sorry.
[It's not a sarcastic use of the honorific. Nita just tends to tack those on whenever last names are getting thrown around, because, flippant demeanor aside, she's actually pretty polite. She moves along, because she's not really capable of being awkward for longer than about five seconds.]
Oh, I'm dead too. ...Sort of. It's complicated. You get used to the idea.