[She twines her fingers in her lap, her knuckles whitening a moment with the strain, though she gives no other visible reaction to his words. Her gaze drops to the floor.] I see. I can't really blame you for that.
[Her lips quirk in a weak attempt at a smile, but it fades. She doesn't fidget, but there's something tense and deliberate in her stillness, as if it's a defensive reflex all in itself. A careful guarding of giving anything away.]
I'm sorry, James. Perhaps I... I shouldn't have said anything.
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[Her lips quirk in a weak attempt at a smile, but it fades. She doesn't fidget, but there's something tense and deliberate in her stillness, as if it's a defensive reflex all in itself. A careful guarding of giving anything away.]
I'm sorry, James. Perhaps I... I shouldn't have said anything.