human
Emilia:  She watched him disappear down the hall, and when he was finally out of view, her shoulders gradually relaxed at last. Her body had instinctively tensed up, completely on guard against him without her ever realizing it. His mere presence felt just as menacing as the horde of great rabbits—
gpt
Woman:  "—This way." The woman’s voice was beautiful, like a perfectly tuned harp. But there was no emotion in her voice, either. And something about that pained Emilia.
human
Woman:  "Your clothes."