She clearly had spent too much time around the comic shop in recent days...as a result Martha somehow briefly mimicked McKayla Maroney with a swift 'not impressed' expression. It was least useful reply she'd heard all week.
Martha followed with a brief blink at Hildegarde and, with a shy smile, decided to have some fun. If Hildegarde wanted to dwell in a Regency, Martha decided she might as well really earn it.
Her reply was soft and quiet, "Very well...I shall be in touch about that. But...we get ahead of ourselves somewhat."
Martha stands and makes certain her top hat is steady. She performs that small adjustment with a theatrical air and small and sincere smile to Chase and others and takes a moment to rub at her crippled hip before carrying on.
"Well, well...are you ready to swear the Oath?" she peers happily, almost playfully, to Hildegarde over the rims of her spectacles.
After a short pause during which Martha smiles sweetly to Hildegarde and makes certain he agrees to the next step, with a delicate fingertip gesture, tiny Martha adjusts her spectacles to perch at the end of her nose.
Though still friendly, Martha's demeanour becomes more steady...one more sensible and appropriate to a offering a solemn vow.
"The Oath, Miss: it is binding in spirit as well as letter. Through it you express loyalty to His Grace, the Alder Duke Clarke, Prince of this Metropolitan Domain. By Acknowledging his Praxis you enter into the age old contract of the Domain and Lord. I shall ask now, please: do you swear to abide by the Praxis of the Alder Duke Clarke; obey and respect his Laws and those Officers of Court he has assigned; will you seek to contribute to the welfare of this Domain whilst doing nothing to disrupt the harmony within?"
A querying, but pleasant, look to Hildegarde over the wire frames of her spectacles.
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