[ What a battle... Mona adjusts, her shoulders that were very tight relax. A hand moves over her own chest suddenly looking smaller. Grasping at her arm as she looks about, thinking to herself. ]
Anyway. [ Mona clears her throat. After a long drawn out sigh, raising her other arm beneath her chest. So they are crossed again as they were before. Leaning to one side seemingly at odds ends with the situation. ] Victory or not, lets compose ourselves.
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Anyway. [ Mona clears her throat. After a long drawn out sigh, raising her other arm beneath her chest. So they are crossed again as they were before. Leaning to one side seemingly at odds ends with the situation. ] Victory or not, lets compose ourselves.