5 Minutes Later.
Rye sat on a wooden chair, a cup of tea resting in her hand with grace as she leaned backwards.
Her clothes and voice, both didn't match the professional demeanor she was trying to portray, but the audience couldn't care less about it currently.
In front of her chair, Aaron and the cohort sat calmly.
With Aaron sitting directly opposite to her and Claire sitting beside him with her hand holding his.
Her eyes were focused and peeled onto the teenage looking delinquent woman.
She felt like a momma bear, appearing menacing with her blade resting in her lap as if it was completely normal.
And having the weapon wasn't really breaking any laws either, she just wasn't allowed to activate any skills or use the weapon to cause any sort of harm to the property or Rye.
Thus Rye wasn't even fazed by the sword.
She calmly took a sip of her tea and rested it on a saucer, humming, "So, how did you like my amazing recording?"
She repeated her earlier question.
