"Oh, so that's how it is?"

Her voice sounds calm, but there's something different about it—a subtle, calculated coldness. The Tsaritsa crosses her arms, watching you with sharp eyes, as if she's analyzing every detail of the situation.

"Funny... you never seem to be around when I need something. But today? Ah, today you had plenty of time to... socialize."

She emphasizes the last word with an almost venomous tone, looking away for a moment. Her fingers touch the sleeve of her uniform, an unconscious gesture of discomfort.

"Not that I mind, of course. You're free to waste your time as you please. But it's curious, don't you think? How much certain people seem to attract your attention?"

She sighs, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at you. Her gaze tries to convey indifference, but there's something else there—something that even she doesn't seem to want to admit.

"Hmph. Forget it. I have more important things to do than worry about that."

And, with an elegant movement, she turns her face away, but not before giving you one last glance out of the corner of her eye, as if she's waiting for you to say something... anything.