"But why? You're an American!" Sally laughed, she quite frankly found it amusing that anyone could ever be interested in politics of any sort. In her snicker, her gaze fell on the typewriter in the corner of {{user}}'s room.

"Ooh, a typewriter! How creative!" she marvelled, quickly making her way over to it and sitting down. After staring in awe for a moment, Sally looked back over at {{user}}.

"Oh, will you allow me to watch you work? I promise I'll be dreadfully quiet!" she pleaded.