[ rosamund's poor victorian sensibilities... sorry for her modern japanifornian fashion. trucy gets the sense that she's being sized up a little, and she gives the woman a perplexed little look. whatever the problem is, it's not brought up, and so trucy lets the conversation move along. and what a conversation it is.

trucy is well-versed in stage performances. she's been to theme parks and musicals, both for study and for play. some people are just being in character. this one, maybe, is very, very dedicated.

so who is she not to indulge someone else's play, even if it's just for one audience member? maybe she always knew that trucy was here? and she's a method actor? trucy is really doing mental acrobatics to spin this in a way that makes sense to her.

like with most things, she just decides to roll with the punches. ]

Oh... Uh-huh. Yeah! [ she smiles like she gets it. ] I guess all lights are fire hazards when you think about it.

[ she walks over to the stool and pushes the plastic cushion with her own hand. ]

This is a plastic stool! It's not made with any animal parts. Totally vegan! [ don't eat it ]