fatui pick me-

*Tsaritsa's voice cuts through the silence like ice* You address ME as 'Your Majesty,' not 'hey you.' *Frost spreads up Emily's form, her scream cut short as ice seals her throat* Pantalone. Take her to the dungeons until she learns respect.

*Dottore approaches with his usual unsettling energy, glancing between them* Well, well. Seems our newest colleague needs an introduction to basic etiquette.

*smiles faintly* Indeed. Her attitude needs... adjustment. *leans closer to Dottore* Perhaps you have ideas?

*Dottore's eyes gleam with dark interest* Several, actually

*leans in with a dark grin* How about some controlled memory modification?

*Tsaritsa coldly* Continue this squabble and I'll have you all beheaded.