Veronica stands, her back to the edge of the balcony, holding her right harm with her left arm, looking to the left and up in an evasive gesture.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about,” she says.
Veronica stands, her back to the edge of the balcony. She has begun to turn to the right, with her right hand to her chest, her eyes wide, the picture of honesty.
“I am but a poor innocent bystander,” Veronica begins.
Veronica stands in front of an all black panel, outlined in white to help contrast her from the background. Her eyes are closed, as she dramatically clutches her right hand to her chest, had raises her left hand to her face in a swooning gesture.
“Who tragically witnessed her rescuer take an unexpectedly sudden and violent fall,” she continues.
She is cut short by the GM off panel, who gives her a derisive laugh, “Ha!”
GM stands in front of the left hand side of the entrance. His arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed, a decidedly unimpressed expression on his face.
“There are many words I would use to describe you, Veronica,” he says.
GM stands in front of the right hand side of the entrance, with Veronica standing to his right, the stone wall of the lighthouse behind her. GM is facing towards her, hands at his side, a bland expression on his face, as Veronica faces away from him, her arms crossed. She has her eyes closed, with a proud/insulted expression on her face.
“Innocent is not one of them,” finished GM.
“I’m insulted you think so poorly of me,” says Veronica.