[It startled her quite visibly -- she could almost swear she had felt the voice rather than actually heard it. She put her book down immediately, quickly glancing over her shoulder to search for the source. When she spots him, there's no way to actually prove anything, but she can't help thinking that even with his mouth hidden, that man looks particularly pleased with himself.
She raises an eyebrow at him; everyone else in the place seems to be preoccupied. It doesn't hurt that she's got some sensitivity to these sorts of things herself -- if she'd had her memories, she could thank Jean-Claude for that one.]
If you're going to talk to me, at least do it to my face. It's less creepy that way.
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She raises an eyebrow at him; everyone else in the place seems to be preoccupied. It doesn't hurt that she's got some sensitivity to these sorts of things herself -- if she'd had her memories, she could thank Jean-Claude for that one.]
If you're going to talk to me, at least do it to my face. It's less creepy that way.