[Ami seems fine in her clothes, whether they itch or not.]
They're fine. [She also isn't given much to conversation; or perhaps the charms of things like fireworks have dimmed over a serious, driven life. But after another moment, she turns partway towards Whitlea.]
no subject
They're fine. [She also isn't given much to conversation; or perhaps the charms of things like fireworks have dimmed over a serious, driven life. But after another moment, she turns partway towards Whitlea.]
You were waiting for someone.