[ She leans towards her picture, one finger tapping her chin thoughtfully as she quickly reads it over and frowns. It isn't too bad considering what it could say, but there's one little phrase that sticks in her craw - in pursuit. There's a taunt in that from her incorporeal biographer, and considering she doesn't wear sleeves, there might be something to read there as well.
The most damning thing in regards to anyone who might listen, however, is the song that blasts out of the speakers. Ursula is transfixed by the sound of her own voice... but it's the sound of other one on the track that contorts her face into something even uglier, angrier. ]
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The most damning thing in regards to anyone who might listen, however, is the song that blasts out of the speakers. Ursula is transfixed by the sound of her own voice... but it's the sound of other one on the track that contorts her face into something even uglier, angrier. ]