[Rather than try to explain that her "day job" back home consisted of keeping fussy nobles appeased, ingesting endless reports from the Military Police and other organisations and allocating resources accordingly, all while battling her inherited will and trying to carve out some time for normal experiences with her loved ones, Frieda turns her attention to the Sobble.]
Hm? What are you saying, Mecchan?
[Karpje holds still, as if that'd help Mecchan talk...]
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Hm? What are you saying, Mecchan?
[Karpje holds still, as if that'd help Mecchan talk...]