[Ellie has had way too much experience with the surly silent types to expect some outpouring of heartfelt emotion. Her hands raise again, half cupped as her fingers move around one another. Lame excuse. Guess she has a pretty good read on you, Nic, to have prepared that one.
Her fingers land on the straps of her bag, the one that keeps her katana in place. The hilt bobs over one shoulder.]
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Her fingers land on the straps of her bag, the one that keeps her katana in place. The hilt bobs over one shoulder.]
Let's get this show on the road slowpoke.