What? [That startles a little laugh out of her, and Jennifer smiles with an uneasy amusement. Was this a joke?] Just... giving you an order?
[She doesn't even know what she could give an order about. She looks around, but her gaze goes back to the cigarette again.]
I, um... [It's really a struggle, more so than it should be, but Jennifer feels the weight of the need to be polite threatening to crush her at the thought of ordering someone about in their own home. Her fingers curl in her dress uneasily and she takes a breath. Well, Sharak likely wouldn't do it anyway, and maybe she should just indulge it for a minute or two--it'd be easier that way. Probably.]
Put-- [Ugh. She straightens and forces herself to lift her chin a little. Her tone starts firm, but wavers near the end.] Put your cigarette out-- Please. [Nailed...it....]
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[She doesn't even know what she could give an order about. She looks around, but her gaze goes back to the cigarette again.]
I, um... [It's really a struggle, more so than it should be, but Jennifer feels the weight of the need to be polite threatening to crush her at the thought of ordering someone about in their own home. Her fingers curl in her dress uneasily and she takes a breath. Well, Sharak likely wouldn't do it anyway, and maybe she should just indulge it for a minute or two--it'd be easier that way. Probably.]
Put-- [Ugh. She straightens and forces herself to lift her chin a little. Her tone starts firm, but wavers near the end.] Put your cigarette out-- Please. [Nailed...it....]