[ Columbia hums in an idle sort of way, one of her long fingers drawing a line down one cheek in thought. ]

Society is a shambles, [ she pronounces at length, in the sort of way people say things when they're not sure how to fill the silence at a party but know that whatever broad statement they throw out will spark somebody to continue the conversation. It tapers off as she continues to speak, but it's still an odd affectation for someone (something) like her. ]

I imagine it'd do all of us a world of good. I do so hate all that mean hustle and bustle, don't you?