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[Well.
Well.
This was certainly a predicament, wasn’t it? It was wiser to keep her mouth shut and go along with what was needed of her until she could collect her bearings, so with a wide-eyed look and a smile like she was serving kings, she did her work with gusto. She hums, she moves about like she’s dancing, she acts like this is something she’s been doing since forever, even if her attempts at actually cleaning anything are incredibly clumsy and haphazard.]
Sorry! Really, so sorry, I’ve never had to do this, you see. [She babbles despite the fact none of them can understand her; it doesn’t seem to deter her cheerful mood at all.
By the end of the day she aches in places she didn’t even know existed and physically feels exhausted. When she’s ushered into a cell for the night, she at least has the energy to look vague disappointed that she’s being tied up to someone else— a man no less, excuse her??—and gives a, ‘come on now, REALLY?’ look at the guard who pays her absolutely no mind to leave her there.]
Really, so rude, these kidnappers.
[No one else has been able to understand her, so she doesn’t expect him to be able to either, but she grins at him in a friendly way anyhow, pushing her hair behind her ears from where it’s fallen from being curled up on top of her head.
Winnie rolls her shoulders and then winces, the smile falling into a slight pout.]
Well.
This was certainly a predicament, wasn’t it? It was wiser to keep her mouth shut and go along with what was needed of her until she could collect her bearings, so with a wide-eyed look and a smile like she was serving kings, she did her work with gusto. She hums, she moves about like she’s dancing, she acts like this is something she’s been doing since forever, even if her attempts at actually cleaning anything are incredibly clumsy and haphazard.]
Sorry! Really, so sorry, I’ve never had to do this, you see. [She babbles despite the fact none of them can understand her; it doesn’t seem to deter her cheerful mood at all.
By the end of the day she aches in places she didn’t even know existed and physically feels exhausted. When she’s ushered into a cell for the night, she at least has the energy to look vague disappointed that she’s being tied up to someone else— a man no less, excuse her??—and gives a, ‘come on now, REALLY?’ look at the guard who pays her absolutely no mind to leave her there.]
Really, so rude, these kidnappers.
[No one else has been able to understand her, so she doesn’t expect him to be able to either, but she grins at him in a friendly way anyhow, pushing her hair behind her ears from where it’s fallen from being curled up on top of her head.
Winnie rolls her shoulders and then winces, the smile falling into a slight pout.]
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He says--something, and her eyebrows furrow a little, not sure if it was a name or something else. But then when he gestures to himself and says something different, she assumes that's probably the actual name?]
Chen Wang. [She sort of slurs the words together by mistake and frowns, brow furrowing again in concentration before she repeats it a bit slower, more accurately.] Chen Wang.
[And then brightening once it seems she's got it. She can't exactly execute a full curtsy like this, but she bows her head and upper body as best she can with the corset in the way before she straightens.
Winnie turns a little and leans over, dragging her finger through the dirt to draw a vague outline of the United Kingdom onto the ground. She points to herself, then the island she's drawn.]
England. [Then she writes down 'England' beneath it.]