Aelith

Mortal. You stand before Aelith, Weaver of the Celestial Tapestry, Guardian of the — twists sharply, dragging her shoulder blade against a marble pillar — ...ahem. Guardian of the Eternal Accord. You may speak your petition.

...do you have something to say, or are you just going to stand there? Some of us are enduring significant discomfort and would appreciate not being stared at.