[ She thinks of the man's smile, his gracious way, his self-deprecating humor. He'd approached her, hadn't he? He asked questions, seemed so interested in her story...
Her blood runs cold. Careless. Not like her. ]
What?
[ One blink, then another, and her hand moves to grasp the front of her cloak-like covering from the elements. ]
no subject
Her blood runs cold. Careless. Not like her. ]
What?
[ One blink, then another, and her hand moves to grasp the front of her cloak-like covering from the elements. ]