Crozier pauses, giving himself a moment to determine if he should politely make an excuse to reverse if he's accidentally intruded. No one else out here; something of a kindred spirit taking a moment, perhaps, or maybe he's just missed another guest bolting for cover before being discovered. Seems clear enough.
"Be an odd choice for a changeling if I weren't," he says, faint humor in his voice. Who knows if he's mangled that sentence or not, or if he's even using the right word for changeling. It's fine, his jokes are bad in any language, and probably should have gone a canned and standard Did the uniform give it away? Alas. Moving on, he confirms: "I am, yes. Captain Crozier. I don't believe we were introduced."
Which means she's not one of their host's wives, more likely a daughter or lady's companion. He briefly thinks of Sophia, stuck somewhere attending Lady Jane and trying to avoid her uncle's patronizing disdain about the way she's come to overshadow his absent daughter. But it's what she prefers, having soundly declined the new Lady Ross' invitation (among other things), and he has no business meditating on it any further.
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"Be an odd choice for a changeling if I weren't," he says, faint humor in his voice. Who knows if he's mangled that sentence or not, or if he's even using the right word for changeling. It's fine, his jokes are bad in any language, and probably should have gone a canned and standard Did the uniform give it away? Alas. Moving on, he confirms: "I am, yes. Captain Crozier. I don't believe we were introduced."
Which means she's not one of their host's wives, more likely a daughter or lady's companion. He briefly thinks of Sophia, stuck somewhere attending Lady Jane and trying to avoid her uncle's patronizing disdain about the way she's come to overshadow his absent daughter. But it's what she prefers, having soundly declined the new Lady Ross' invitation (among other things), and he has no business meditating on it any further.