[At first, he's a bit thrown. Red-headed woman shouting at him; has his mother followed him to the afterlife simply to shout at him for a simple prank? But no, she is quite unfamiliar and he raises his brow a bit apprehensively.]
Easy there, m'lady. Gorgeous face as yours'll be ruined with all that fretting. No blood, no foul, aye?
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Easy there, m'lady. Gorgeous face as yours'll be ruined with all that fretting. No blood, no foul, aye?