[That, at least, gets her to move. For a moment, her head slips a little lower still, as a sort of facepalm without the palm. When he gets back, she lifts and turns her head just enough that her eyes are visible so that she can give him a look that is about one step removed from a glare.
She nearly says nothing happened, but changes her mind at the last second. Her eyes dart down to the left.] I don't want to talk about it.
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She nearly says nothing happened, but changes her mind at the last second. Her eyes dart down to the left.] I don't want to talk about it.