Juggling and philosophy aside, Robert and Rosalind Lutece these two are not. For one thing, they're talking to her, rather than to each other, which makes them probably not quite as close as she and her dear 'brother.' Each of these two seems to have their own line of running thought and commentary, as opposed to sharing the same one between them.
"I left with clothes," she answers the last first, "and expected to arrive much the same, insofar as I expected to arrive at all. Though I'm in want of a traveling companion and in possession of a prison manacle instead, which is certainly not an outcome I'd predicted." Still looking between the both of them, and without pausing to change tracks, she goes on, "Taft? Well, I suppose he must have been, at some point or another. It would stand to reason. In the sense that I imagine you might mean, however, Taft lost to Bryan. I believe it was something of a close race -- though Robert would know better than I do. I haven't much interest in American politics."
Rosalind shrugs. Something else brings a faint smile to her face. "Edward and Asquith, on the other hand, saw fit to revoke my citizenship. They had considerably more objection to me than I did to them."
She studies the duo of men, taking in their idling activities and evident lack of purpose. Neither looks particularly harmful. "Bryan in Washington, Asquith in London, and Comstock in Emporia. And here?" She puts her question to the one of them that seems more forthcoming, rather than the one that seems more observant. "Who's presently in charge of this place? Practically, if not -- ecumenically."
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"I left with clothes," she answers the last first, "and expected to arrive much the same, insofar as I expected to arrive at all. Though I'm in want of a traveling companion and in possession of a prison manacle instead, which is certainly not an outcome I'd predicted." Still looking between the both of them, and without pausing to change tracks, she goes on, "Taft? Well, I suppose he must have been, at some point or another. It would stand to reason. In the sense that I imagine you might mean, however, Taft lost to Bryan. I believe it was something of a close race -- though Robert would know better than I do. I haven't much interest in American politics."
Rosalind shrugs. Something else brings a faint smile to her face. "Edward and Asquith, on the other hand, saw fit to revoke my citizenship. They had considerably more objection to me than I did to them."
She studies the duo of men, taking in their idling activities and evident lack of purpose. Neither looks particularly harmful. "Bryan in Washington, Asquith in London, and Comstock in Emporia. And here?" She puts her question to the one of them that seems more forthcoming, rather than the one that seems more observant. "Who's presently in charge of this place? Practically, if not -- ecumenically."