[ For a moment, Aranea simply looks at Clarke - assessing at how well she can slither out of this fussing; her odds don't seem that great - and then, a tiny shrug and she relents. ]
You're welcome. ["Right. Whatever." If it had been left at that, Clarke wouldn't have been very understanding. But it's good that Aranea at least has more manners than Lexa. Then again, the "lack of understanding" would have somewhat been in jest—she's seen enough warriors to know that they struggle with this sort of thing.]
I'll keep the rest of my nagging and pestering to a minimum.
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Right. Whatever.
[ That's a "yes" in Aranea-speak. ]
... thanks.
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I'll keep the rest of my nagging and pestering to a minimum.