They were louder before the pest showed up.

[She sighs and flops down onto her couch, running a hand over her face. As soon as she got through the door, it's like her usual attempts to project a polished facade have completely vanished.]

I'm not even certain what it was supposed to be. Some sort of... long-necked yellow ostrich-horse.

[Leaning her head back, she glances up at Shealtiel.]

... Thank you.

[More quietly, a bit bitterly, she adds-]

Again.