Don’t tell me this’s what I had to do to get knighted.

[She’s pleased with how steady her voice stays, and she tosses the jacket to the side rather than keep it to jitter in her hand. No one had asked her not to make a mess, after all. So she walks over, head high, and goes to one knee. Which is fairly breezy with the short skirt, but other than swallowing, tries not to show it, hands resting on the floor beside her as if perched at a starting line.]