That doesn't bode well for the effectiveness of the office, hm. Though what good is a telescope at the end of the world if it's right above you? [she can shroud her distaste in a very curt tone, but inwardly she grimaces. while she can accept the common folk just getting by on their day-to-day within their means, she expects more of the outworlders. much more.

and she expects vastly more of herself.

she nods, her chin lifting.] Then I have work to do. Thank you.

[she won't spare much time for questions on her part unless an effort is made to get them; otherwise she's already hoofing it toward the market street she remembers her office being at.]