[It's like she's been talking to his mother. How else would she know that. There's a beat of silence, in which Mustang is honestly just a little flummoxed, through he wraps himself up in a cloak of almost-amused dignity nearly as quickly as it was dropped.]
I don't have a lot of time for radio plays, Miss Rockbell.
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I don't have a lot of time for radio plays, Miss Rockbell.
[That answers the question, right? Right.]