[Comfort was denied them for too long. Maeve doesn't mind indulging it, now that they lack the urgency that was present back in Westworld. Now that they lack all urgency, in a place like this.
She drapes the jacket over his arm, patting it idly.]
Don't worry about me. I know what I like when I see it, and the selection is lacking.
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She drapes the jacket over his arm, patting it idly.]
Don't worry about me. I know what I like when I see it, and the selection is lacking.