[anna carefully crosses an arm over her chest to support the elbow of the one holding her glass. she's not wearing gloves with her suit, yet her hands are still both solid black, and with the collar of her shirt open it might be easy to see the seam running across her neck, too. but she's focusing on taking in the whole everything of beatrice rather than calling attention to the robotic parts of her that would certainly disqualify the two of them from being sisters-in-law. (that's how it works, right?)]

You're lucky that you already made amends with Ange, or I'd be collapsing a waveform or two in your face right about now. There, that's something you can know about me. I'll throw hands over my sister's safety. And what would you do to keep her safe?