บท 912: Girls' Talk, Part 1

"Well, quite the funny little gathering we are, aren't we?"

Amanda started to pace. Soldier-like. No, sergeant-like actually. One step after the other, doing her darndest to give her words that much-needed grandiose she hoped to instill among her assembled quartet. 

"All different people, from all different walks of life, upbringings, and yet, somehow through the quantum bundle strings of fate, we're all connected—intertwined—with but a single tiny knot tying us all together. Now, I'm sure we all know what that knot might possibly refer to, yes? Well, anyone?"

Gleaming quickly, Amanda assessed her audience's reaction. Irene looked anything but indulgent. Annoyed seemed to be the running theme with her, and unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be changing at all anytime soon. On the other hand, she wasn't sure if Adalia was even still lucid at all, staring with a hollow gaze that still seemed to be trying to catch up from five minutes ago.