(Day 8, X): Final Golden touch

[Galatea]

Galatea came in, no ceremony, no extra pizazz.

''I must admit'' she began ''My time here was not what I expected it to be. It's been crazier then what I expected...and I must apologize to my cameraman who I gave much trouble doing is job.''

She took a long pause

''In the end I must admit...that I am not sure I am the right candidate for this team. I have learned much but I can't help but believe that I have still a long way to go before I am able to operate on this level. This is no game, it's a lot of responsibilities.''

She leaned back, frowned

''But I won't back down. Whatever happens I'll adapt...I always do. Chosen or not it matters little to me now...I will always help those I can, whenever I can going forward. Nothing's gonna change that.''
Confessional: Persuasion, second form | 1d20+16 ⇒ 33