River nods, and some tension just leaves her body. She's relieved. She's not even attempting to hide it. "My invitation stands, Miss Whitlock. I...do have manners. Sort of. I won't be so rude as to ask personal questions like 'what are you' or 'how did you die'. I don't intend to operate in secret like some criminal, so..."

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Her eyes close. "...And. I would really regret cutting our conversation short, having robbed myself of your delightful voice."