[She sits on the edge of the couch, crossing her legs at the knee. She smooths her skirt, tugging the hem over her knee and keeping herself from looking at anything but Murdoc at the cabinet.
Her nose wrinkles a bit in confusion, and she tugs at the hem of her skirt again.]
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Her nose wrinkles a bit in confusion, and she tugs at the hem of her skirt again.]
That would be great, yes.
[And now she's going to stare up at him.]
Were you ever going to tell me?