[Sand angel joke goes right over Riddel's head, which isn't too much of a surprise. Before coming to this world, she's never even seen snow or heard of it. To her, it looks almost more like... a really bright volcanic ash that could have come from Mount Pyre.
When it seems as if they have a means of diplomatic escape, the words don't even miss her. Lifting a hand, Riddel draws a lock of dark hair behind her ear and she wonders what exactly to say in response. When diplomacy doesn't work, what else can one do? Karsh and the others would have an answer, she's certain.
She looks over to Gumshoe, raising an eyebrow.
Then she carefully folds her hands together as she turns to face the statue in question.]
I must apologise, but we have nothing more that we can offer. You must not put others at risk for the sake of yourself. If you would grant us the opportunity to get something from the locals, we would be able to assist, but you have exhausted all we could provide.
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When it seems as if they have a means of diplomatic escape, the words don't even miss her. Lifting a hand, Riddel draws a lock of dark hair behind her ear and she wonders what exactly to say in response. When diplomacy doesn't work, what else can one do? Karsh and the others would have an answer, she's certain.
She looks over to Gumshoe, raising an eyebrow.
Then she carefully folds her hands together as she turns to face the statue in question.]
I must apologise, but we have nothing more that we can offer. You must not put others at risk for the sake of yourself. If you would grant us the opportunity to get something from the locals, we would be able to assist, but you have exhausted all we could provide.