[Thérèse has somehow gotten away from France and has followed the sound of arguing. She stretches out in slow luxuriousness on her back as if sunbathing, her entire demeanour mocking of their posturing.]
Well -
[She says that loudly enough to attract their attention before dropping her tone back to her usual, deliberately provocative purr.]
I don't think it matters. Trainers won't know true beauty.
[Action]
Well -
[She says that loudly enough to attract their attention before dropping her tone back to her usual, deliberately provocative purr.]
I don't think it matters. Trainers won't know true beauty.