[ Ah, that fabled and transcendent utopia. What roles might one play in the meantime to subvert these tired tropes? Hmmmm. ]

Tch.

[ Aira grinds her teeth a bit, and taps her foot. While she considers Shu's words, the taps become more like stomps, like there's a big nasty bug on the floor that really needs to die. This kind of exaggerated body language is pretty typical for her, alas.

In the end, she can recognize good advice when she hears it. Even if the criticism is indirect, though, she doesn't like to consider that her approach has been flawed. Like, obviously it has been, but still. Oh, and tack on the fact that she is kind of a perfectionist. ]

Yeah, alright. I'll do it when I get the chance.

Grr, whenever that is. I don't actually hate being here, but it sucks not being able to see him. Dammit!