[She'd hug you if you weren't covered in dye, Elliot Craig.]

I mean.... why not, at this point? I'm sure the Sage could use a couple of obnoxious reminders of his popularity from time to time.

[...She's not usually this juvenile, but at the same time... really, fuck the Sage. She shakes her head as she drops off the four sleeve pieces for Elliot to dye. Obviously, they'll cut things more precisely after dying is done.]

But I guess we share that in common. It's not like people telling me not to worry does any good either.