[Like her grandmother, Iona creates bombshells, just less elegant. Voices float through the vents with a few straggling students and security taking care of their business.]
"Man, I can't wait for the gallery to open! Think they'll serve free food?"
"I think I've been staring at my painting too long... Did I paint a blonde there before?"
"We need some more escorts on the other side can you fill in-?"
[Iona glances at Thomas and stretches her arms in front of her.]
no subject
[Like her grandmother, Iona creates bombshells, just less elegant. Voices float through the vents with a few straggling students and security taking care of their business.]
"Man, I can't wait for the gallery to open! Think they'll serve free food?"
"I think I've been staring at my painting too long... Did I paint a blonde there before?"
"We need some more escorts on the other side can you fill in-?"
[Iona glances at Thomas and stretches her arms in front of her.]
Well? Sounds like we can drop in soon.