(It's not Beverly. She can tell by the tread over the threshold even before anything is said; she knows the individual gaits of the IPRE like the beat of her own heart.)
Taako?
(What is he doing here? She ducks out of her room to greet him properly, a blouse clutched in her hands. While nothing is off about him appearance-wise his demeanor is frazzled, a little frantic. The fact that he's coming to her to help speaks volumes. Lucretia drops the blouse into a box and reaches as if to touch him lightly, check if he's okay, but her hand lowers sharply before she can.)
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Taako?
(What is he doing here? She ducks out of her room to greet him properly, a blouse clutched in her hands. While nothing is off about him appearance-wise his demeanor is frazzled, a little frantic. The fact that he's coming to her to help speaks volumes. Lucretia drops the blouse into a box and reaches as if to touch him lightly, check if he's okay, but her hand lowers sharply before she can.)
What's wrong? Are you okay?