[open] she sells sea shells

It's impossible to not notice the shift in the womans tone, the reaction to the mere mention of the Voice. The smile that has been spread over Osozo's face does not move, but their eyes look her over carefully, the blue of them brightening again, even as their hair settles in a deep black. "Yet you don't sound impressed." They point out, digging at the discomfort now that it was obvious. Hands that are now free fold together in front of Osozo, their fingers twisting together. "I appreciate the kindness. But I don't believe I ever learned your name?" There is still an ease in their voice, as if they haven't noticed her distraction. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty