[Wow, that...that certainly wasn't what Perona was expecting. She's only a little bit surprised, though. Those Imperial sacks of shit go to great lengths to make themselves as loathsome as possible. Ridiculous...as if she needed another excuse to hate authority figures. Perona seethes, quietly, grinding her teeth together and breathing hard before she finally answers back, in audio.
She's trying desperately to hide how frail-sounding her voice is. It's hard. She's angry. She's angry and sad and wants to stick it to those fucking bastards the moment she gets home, but she won't even remember and that only makes her angrier and sadder. Ugh!]
...I see. Thank you for telling me. You have my condolences for your loss, Marco-san. [And she means that sincerely this time.]
[Voice]
She's trying desperately to hide how frail-sounding her voice is. It's hard. She's angry. She's angry and sad and wants to stick it to those fucking bastards the moment she gets home, but she won't even remember and that only makes her angrier and sadder. Ugh!]
...I see. Thank you for telling me. You have my condolences for your loss, Marco-san. [And she means that sincerely this time.]