Are...are you sure? [Because it sure doesn't look like it. She glares at Ragnarok but can't bring herself to actually say anything—and she feels like she should; when she was picked on, indignation eventually gave way to despair, but watching Crona get slobbered on without regard just makes her mad.
But she's always been awful at sticking up for herself, and can't quite muster up the courage to stick up for Crona, either. Instead, she gropes about the table in search of napkins and starts pulling them together in front of Crona.] You don't look so good. Do you want to go somewhere quieter?
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But she's always been awful at sticking up for herself, and can't quite muster up the courage to stick up for Crona, either. Instead, she gropes about the table in search of napkins and starts pulling them together in front of Crona.] You don't look so good. Do you want to go somewhere quieter?