[really, she's more working to cope with the news she just got, venting more of her frustration into paperwork, into shuffling around more of this place's connections to make it feasible. in the event of her "disappearance," the management should go to someone...Aerith might be able to temporarily handle things and find a new head doctor. it's enough to crease worry lines into her forehead, but the knock pulls her out of her daze, trying to fix her expression -
well, goodness, that's not who she expected to see, but the sight's surprising enough to get her to smile again.]
You look quite sharp. Some grand occasion that I'm forgetting?
[not that she doesn't know. but she can play dumb.]
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well, goodness, that's not who she expected to see, but the sight's surprising enough to get her to smile again.]
You look quite sharp. Some grand occasion that I'm forgetting?
[not that she doesn't know. but she can play dumb.]