As you can hear, I speak with a perfect Gallian accent… as long as I don’t lose control of my emotions and start to speak too rapidly. My elocution lessons, alas, have not managed to defeat my Xalian slurring when I grow too upset.

I’m told I speak too loudly, but honestly that’s only because Gallian women are supposed to be sweet and retiring, though if I need to I can bellow with force.

I can force my pitch down into a husky contralto when I want to pass as a boy, but naturally my voice is just a little higher than I’d prefer. My brother claims I sound like a squawking bird when I really lose my temper.