[The ridiculous sailor suit is exactly the sort of costume Villanelle would put on for one of her jobs, only she doesn't remember how she got to the mall or who the target might be. Touching her head to see if she bumped it or something, all she feels is a hat. ...A sailor hat, naturally, that reads Ahoy on the front when she plucks it off to look at it. Great. So helpful.
She stalks through the mall, vaguely unsettled in the back of her mind by the faceless drones, though she's not paying them much attention yet. When she sees the huge line at—oh, of course—Scoops Ahoy, she heads for the entrance and starts elbowing her way past people to get in. Which is when she finally hears what's being said clearly enough to realize that everyone is talking gibberish. Seriously, is she having a stroke?]
What?
[She's responding in English because she doesn't like to speak Russian anymore, but she understands perfectly well. Or rather, she doesn't, because none of that?? means anything??]
You're just shouting words. I can do it too! Green hippopotamus dances on tables!
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She stalks through the mall, vaguely unsettled in the back of her mind by the faceless drones, though she's not paying them much attention yet. When she sees the huge line at—oh, of course—Scoops Ahoy, she heads for the entrance and starts elbowing her way past people to get in. Which is when she finally hears what's being said clearly enough to realize that everyone is talking gibberish. Seriously, is she having a stroke?]
What?
[She's responding in English because she doesn't like to speak Russian anymore, but she understands perfectly well. Or rather, she doesn't, because none of that?? means anything??]
You're just shouting words. I can do it too! Green hippopotamus dances on tables!
—Get out of my way.