Veronica "Do you remember where the bus stop is?"
Veronica "Good. Gritford isn't within walking distance! It's nice of your friend to let you stay with them."
Marshall "Sound pals, we. Got each other covered."
Veronica "Oh, not that door. The road is in the other direction."
Marshall "Uhh... just, eh, wonderin' how the lake looks."
Veronica "In that case, follow the shoreline to the right. There's a path that leads from the lighthouse to the road."
Marshall "Cheers, ma'am."
Veronica "What do you think of him?"
Troy "Something feels off. Are you sure he really knows Paloma...?"
Veronica "I'm a doctor, love, it's my job to evaluate people. He seems sincere! But I'm planning to call Paloma tomorrow."
Veronica "Troy... he's an elf with black hair and pale skin. Do you think your father could've-"
Veronica "Certainly so for a sibling! But how about a nephew?"
Troy "I... don't think that's possible. Besides, aren't you, uh... a little trusting, my queen? We know nothing of him. Those tattoos-"
Veronica "Can be a stylistic choice, since you're right, dear. We don't know."
Veronica "Oh, I understand it's a hard topic for you. Let's drop this for now. I'm sure talking with Paloma will shed more light on the matter."