*Zeta frowns, not understanding what Jillian means. She puffs on the cigarette and coughs again, and when she talks her voice is raspy from all the coughing she's been doing.*
Zeta: The White? The Tower? I'm sorry, but I haven't heard of either of those things. Care to explain?

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*Beatrix stands up as well, and moves with John, her hand on her sword hilt.*
Beatrix: John, words please. What is she if she isn't a harmless old lady?