[Now that tone Maketh recognizes. It's one she heard often in the Academy, some sneering cadet looking down their nose at her accent, at all the technology she had to be taught when it was supposedly commonplace in the inner planets. She bristles, but takes a breath so she won't yell. It's not good to yell at the civilians. Sometimes they cry.
She doubts Emily is the type to cry, but it's bad form nonetheless.]
I see. I have no reason to know such things.
[And why should she? Lothal never exported fabrics, never had anyone wealthy enough to care about them one way or another.]
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She doubts Emily is the type to cry, but it's bad form nonetheless.]
I see. I have no reason to know such things.
[And why should she? Lothal never exported fabrics, never had anyone wealthy enough to care about them one way or another.]