I'm not ruining it. [Yrel huffed as she spoke, frowning at the microwave she didn't understand at all. She hadn't quite broken anything yet, but there was certainly some damage being left in her wake.]

I mean, you can hardly blame me for not understanding this infernal technology. Things should run on crystals, like sensible...

[She turned towards the voice as she spoke, and then trailed off in surprise. It wasn't hard to guess who Sylvanas was. She'd met many Forsaken (not...her favorite azerothian race...) and they wouldn't stop talking about her. But hearing about someone and bumping into them at the mall was quite different.]

I..ah...