Since no one questioned her accent, Sarah has no idea she was talking funny. She does remember pouring people drinks, however, which strikes her as an odd thing to have done, but she doesn't dwell too much on it.
Sarah pauses on her way over, attention caught by the glass box and its pipes and wires inside. "Is... is that going to be Professor Crumrin's heart?" She asks, pointing to the glass mass in the center.
"Oh... sorry, these are for tea." She sets the cakes onto the table and then sits down on the bench. "Thank you for having me here. I imagine it's somehat different when you're working."
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Date: 2009-11-04 03:25 am (UTC)Sarah pauses on her way over, attention caught by the glass box and its pipes and wires inside. "Is... is that going to be Professor Crumrin's heart?" She asks, pointing to the glass mass in the center.
"Oh... sorry, these are for tea." She sets the cakes onto the table and then sits down on the bench. "Thank you for having me here. I imagine it's somehat different when you're working."