Mr. Echelon-Arnost neither accepted her apology nor acknowledged her clumsiness, and she wasn't sure whether to be grateful or whether she should double down on her apology. His smile was strained—or maybe he, like her, was uncomfortable here, but she was more inclined to believe it was her that caused it. "Hello, Mr. Echelon-Arnost," she replied guiltily, like she'd just been caught doing something she shouldn't have.
Her bottom lip having slipped into a pout, she glanced in both directions, still on edge from the sudden startle. So much for being educational—Grace felt as though she'd just walked into a house of haunts. "Are you enjoying the, um...?" She made a vague gesture to their surroundings, but it was clear from her tone that she was not enjoying it.
Her bottom lip having slipped into a pout, she glanced in both directions, still on edge from the sudden startle. So much for being educational—Grace felt as though she'd just walked into a house of haunts. "Are you enjoying the, um...?" She made a vague gesture to their surroundings, but it was clear from her tone that she was not enjoying it.
