I don't know that Miranda usually practices her speeches in front of a mirror...but this is a special, and especially-stressful, situation.
Gotta carefully curate which of your feelings are visible to the masses, after all.
Miranda: That’s right, Patrick! It’s me! It’s okay now! How could you just disappear like that? I had to chase you all across the city! Bianca, right? Thank you for bringing him here. You may go now. Bianca, right? Thank you for watching him. We’ll take him now. You think you can just waltz back like nothing’s happened? I want to hear some groveling! I’m so sorry about what happened. Come back with me. Please. Please . . . I’m not going to beg. I shouldn’t have to beg. Right, Poe? Poe: Of course not. But if Bianca’s name is on his contract now, it may not matter. Miranda: I’m going to do you a favor and pretend you never said that. Poe: Sorry, Master.
