Clementine:
We were still looking around, trying to figure out what was happening. The carriage wasn't shaking much, but it felt like riding in a car on a rough path. We just stared at each other in silence, fixated on the voice.
"The others are happy and the tips are rolling in, so what is your problem?" came the voice of a man. His mannerisms felt familiar, like we might have heard him before, but the distortion made it impossible to recognize.
"But they are only kids. What happened was really bashful," the woman hissed, her voice sharp now, like she wasn't happy about something.
"No, they are not children, they are subjects, and let's not forget they are troublemakers." The man used a loud tone this time.
"Still—," the woman's voice was interrupted when the man started to speak up again.
"And what do you suggest we do, M—?"
