human
Kaito:  "Not a single drop spilled on your leg, my dearest Master Kaito, did it?”
gpt
Kaito:  “Huh? Oh yeah, no, I’m fine. Thanks. Sorry about that.” Kaito’s thanks was decidedly absentminded. Reflexively, he cast a glance toward Jeanne.
human
Jeanne:  The golden girl was as expressionless as always, but the corners of her mouth were ever so slightly curled up. She nodded, affirming his suspicions.
gpt
Elisabeth:  “’Tis but one thing I could imagine it to be.” Elisabeth went on, her voice low.
human
Kaito:  “Yeah, same.” Kaito offered a brief agreement. But he left the role of saying it aloud to Elisabeth.
gpt
Lute:  Lute leaned forward in anticipation.
human
Elisabeth:  “Here lies—” Elisabeth reverently opened her mouth to speak.
gpt
Young_Girl:  “Why, indeed, our revered Saint is here.” A sweet, bell-like voice rang out. At some point, a petite individual clad in scarlet cloth from head to toe had taken a seat beside Kaito. The long garment reached all the way to the floor, spreading out wide like a carpet of rose petals. Half-hidden within its folds, she was also wearing a gold-hemmed vestment of the same color. She looked to be affiliated with the Church.