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Her voice caused Gabe to perk his head up in her direction. His eyes rolled, but regardless he gave the other a small smile. “A lot more than you thought? So you expected less than there already are working right now? Don’t you see how that would speak volumes to someone who just got here like myself?” he tossed back at her, not meaning it to be rude, but at the same time, he couldn’t help the tone he took to his words. “Excuse my rudeness, blame jetlag, but the point remains, Miss…” he paused, a hand motion occurring, “uh, I don’t know your name yet,” he admitted, as if he awaited her to give a name.
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"Oh, no, no. That's not, at all, what I meant," she moved a palm frantically in the air between them. "It's just that," she paused, her eyes moving towards a temple as she thought of what to say. "Well, you know," she finished without giving the sentence an end. How to say she didn't assume the royals would team up to aid without implying what he believed she was implying? Bee had grown up to the idea that royals were better than the rest of them— mere mortals —in not just many ways. But all the ways. That notion wasn't easy to explain to someone who didn't have the same upbringing as she did. Bee offered him a small smile and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Oh, I'm Bee," she chirped. "And you don't have to apologize," she added with a small curtsy.
