[Thump. She drops to the edge of the roof, legs dangling freely, still looking angry.]
...The gardens. I'm going to live there. I can find them on my own.
[For a moment, she debates with herself over just jumping down and not answering. She doesn't care about being rude--but then she'll be pestered about it.] You aren't who--what I thought you were.
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...The gardens. I'm going to live there. I can find them on my own.
[For a moment, she debates with herself over just jumping down and not answering. She doesn't care about being rude--but then she'll be pestered about it.] You aren't who--what I thought you were.