[ The red tablecloths and fancy food are a warm welcome to Anastasia. After all, she hadn't expected the scenery to be remotely familiar when she'd arrived here but those types of things? They're at least almost at her level.
Almost. There's something missing without her two hand-picked butlers to wait on her every whim.
Despite that she very well knows this treatment won't last much longer than this, she has her legs crossed and her attention appears to be away from the food, only idly eating as though she were plucking grapes from a plate. Her eyes do appear to be darting across the room, though, as though trying to decide exactly which individual is the right choice to speak with. Of course, she won't ignore you if you speak to her first. Probably. ]
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Almost. There's something missing without her two hand-picked butlers to wait on her every whim.
Despite that she very well knows this treatment won't last much longer than this, she has her legs crossed and her attention appears to be away from the food, only idly eating as though she were plucking grapes from a plate. Her eyes do appear to be darting across the room, though, as though trying to decide exactly which individual is the right choice to speak with. Of course, she won't ignore you if you speak to her first. Probably. ]