[The flinch that may or may not have happened just falls in line with the idea that this isn't right. What cements it though? That accent. It doesn't sound a thing like Jilly, despite the owner practically having her face.]
What the--Jilly? [Amelia leaned forward, getting a better look. She lets out a sigh once it clicks, leaning back in the chair.]
no subject
What the--Jilly? [Amelia leaned forward, getting a better look. She lets out a sigh once it clicks, leaning back in the chair.]
Sorry. You look like a friend of mine.