Anna Angel/Spoken Dialogue

List of dialogue spoken by Anna Angel. These lines are played when near a character, providing additional insight into the events and characters of the Town.

Dialogue spoken is dependent on both the day and chosen player character.

General

 * Yeah?
 * What?
 * What do you all want from us?
 * I have this flush. My cheeks are burning, aren't they?
 * I don't want to undress. What if there's something scary on my skin?
 * The paint is peeling off me. So ugly.
 * My hair is disheveled and coming out.
 * I could have been a famous singer.
 * Whose child was crying there?
 * Have you met ominous people in circus costumes here?
 * I used to sing every evening.
 * Life is hard.

Day 1

 * (Bachelor) When you look her in the eye, your mouth just kinda... opens up.
 * (Changeling) Why is he interrogating the Bound? That big city snake!
 * (Bachelor / Changeling) Shabnak is an evil maneater made of clay and bones. She's the murderer.

Day 2

 * (Bachelor) Feels good to be the most prudent person in town.
 * (Changeling) Olgimsky is buying up whatever medicine there is. I wonder why...
 * (Bachelor / Changeling) Is Haruspex planning to get rich here? The prices rose fivefold over the morning.

Day 3

 * (Bachelor) Changeling has been seen in a twyrine den. What could she possibly have to talk about with Andrey?
 * (Changeling) Is it fatal? For real?
 * (Bachelor / Changeling) We'll all work out when the regular train comes.

Day 4

 * None

Day 5

 * (Bachelor) Can you catch a rat, or a mouse, in the dark?
 * (Bachelor) Purr, says the cat.
 * (Haruspex) They say Bachelor will make a proper vaccine any moment now.
 * (Haruspex) She has an easy stride. Where's she going this time?

Day 6

 * (Bachelor) So it was Clara in the Cathedral tonight.
 * (Bachelor) They say Inquisitors can do anything. Their power is unrestricted.
 * (Changeling) That thing is here somewhere. Go look for it.
 * (Changeling) Mark Immortell has announced that he knows of some Rat Prophet.

Day 7-10

 * None

Day 11

 * (Haruspex) Bachelor is planning to save the Polyhedron at any cost.
 * (Changeling) Bachelor came to the conclusion that the Town has to be destroyed?
 * (Haruspex / Changeling) So... will the Town be destroyed along with the Townsfolk?

Day 12

 * My path was called "The Angel of Death" . I'm not sure myself what I used to be in the Caravan.
 * If there's enough people like me, the Town will stay the same. We'll surrender ourselves to Clara unregretted. A rotten life belongs to the new Mistress.

Pathologic 2

 * Could you catch a grouse, or a dormouse, in a dark house?
 * "Purrrrr," said the cat.
 * Happily ever after... lasted for about a week and change.
 * And there she was lying, you know... just splayed out on the floor glaring at them all...
 * Just please don't touch me! Ever! I hate the feel of all that... skin.
 * Never open doors with my bare hands. Tip of my boot, or a 'kerchief round the doorknob...
 * "Meow! Meow! Feed me! Feed me!" God, how do people put up with cats?
 * How about we build a town without any damn children?
 * Seriously, why is no one being buried? No carts cracking the cobbles, no shovels shifting dirt in the churchyard...
 * A vicious cat is still just as stupid—and so it is with men.
 * Shall it rain? Shall it snow? Don't ask again: I don't know.
 * Hope springs eternal. But you're at the wrong river.
 * When you look into those eyes, your mouth just... starts moving on its own.
 * A shabnak, a maneater of clay and bone and hair. She's the killer!
 * It's throw yourself in the river, brick yourself in the basement, or get sandboxed... why are you looking at me like that?
 * Feels good to be so... so very... prudent. Prudent, is what I mean.
 * I hate handshakes. So... viciously intimate. Always making me wash my hands...
 * Ugh, the feeling of dried soil under my fingernails...
 * My skin is tingling. Right on my fingertips. What does that mean?
 * Just don't touch the face afterwards. Just... leave the face alone.
 * Well knows the mouse that the cat's out o' the house.
 * Run a finger round a wineglass and she sings... mind you don't cut yourself.
 * Yeeeah?
 * What?
 * What do you all want from us?
 * I'm flushed... my cheeks are burning, aren't they?
 * I'm afraid of undressing... what if I should... spot something on my skin?
 * I can feel the paint peeling off my body.
 * My hair's a tangle... coming out in clumps...
 * I could have been famous, you know. Far from here.
 * Do I hear a child crying?
 * I used to sing every day. At dusk.
 * Haah... Such is life.
 * My path was called "The Angel of Death." I'm not sure, myself, why I was in the Caravan... forgive me, please! I promise I'll be good!