[The borrowed key—to Wysteria's lodgings, apparently—is brandished like a scolding wagged finger at the both of them where they crowd the same step.]

Stop looking, the both of you, [is irrational and no doubt primarily fueled by the hot red mark forming on the back of her neck and beginning to creep steadily upward to threaten Wysteria's ears and face.]

In addition to the dresses, I've some things here which— there is a little lapel pin which should be here which will be helpful and it can't be bought. And [and!] I'll have you that I had nothing at all to do in choosing the place. I room here with the Maejyr.