[At first when Krone hears the footsteps she assumes they're a hallucination and easily ignores them. Pattering feet haunt her consciousness a lot. Tiny feet... less weight than this... Okay, it's one of the many combative young women remaining in the mansion. They'll just treat her like a guard and launch right into what they want without a greeting. Except Harriet passes well into her peripheral vision, then, without the slightest hesitation. Krone openly pivots and still isn't noticed. Harriet walks towards the bows and arrows without coming back into a near mode of just looking at each item in an RPG world.
Harriet came in here with a purpose.
And it's Sunday in this clockwork game that Franciscus despised, but Krone has seen that hallucinations can strike at any time. She can't afford being seen to be passive about it. All smiles, she turns and calls out.]
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Harriet came in here with a purpose.
And it's Sunday in this clockwork game that Franciscus despised, but Krone has seen that hallucinations can strike at any time. She can't afford being seen to be passive about it. All smiles, she turns and calls out.]
Good morning, Miss Vaughn!