[ A downcast Marianne with her eyes to the ground is quick to notice the fallen package dropped by her feet. What's not so quick is her attempt to alert the man as it takes her a moment to find her voice. ]
Um, you dropped your mail...
[ A voice that's so quiet, in fact, it's swallowed by the bustle of the streets and she trails off before she even completes her sentence. The courier is getting farther and farther away.
Try again, Marianne. ]
Please wait, sir—
[ It must be the first time anyone in Aldrip's heard her raise her voice. She sounds terribly troubled. ]
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Um, you dropped your mail...
[ A voice that's so quiet, in fact, it's swallowed by the bustle of the streets and she trails off before she even completes her sentence. The courier is getting farther and farther away.
Try again, Marianne. ]
Please wait, sir—
[ It must be the first time anyone in Aldrip's heard her raise her voice. She sounds terribly troubled. ]