There's a heavy dose of sass in her tone, with her eyebrows lifted to really emphasize it. Yet, with the next part, her voice is quieter. She's looking down as she mutters, "Yet it's exactly what you are..."
But, then, he's coming inside. She looks up a little quickly, like she's immediately bracing for an attack, the anxiety in her expression super obvious. Yet... there is no attack. Only a ridiculous question.
"Long enough to lose track of time, I guess? ... Why?"
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There's a heavy dose of sass in her tone, with her eyebrows lifted to really emphasize it. Yet, with the next part, her voice is quieter. She's looking down as she mutters, "Yet it's exactly what you are..."
But, then, he's coming inside. She looks up a little quickly, like she's immediately bracing for an attack, the anxiety in her expression super obvious. Yet... there is no attack. Only a ridiculous question.
"Long enough to lose track of time, I guess? ... Why?"