[ That's a bit of personal information that she hadn't known before, and it might be the only one that he's directly shared with her. It earns a curious, perhaps even vaguely alarmed sort of glance.
Flustered, she accepts the clipboard-- but then, something in her very demeanour shifts. ]
My record?
[ The way she looks at the paper, one might think that she had just been asked to sign away her immortality. Her hand hesitates, and she's sunk so far into her thoughts that his words don't reach her until the record has been presented to them. ]
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Flustered, she accepts the clipboard-- but then, something in her very demeanour shifts. ]
My record?
[ The way she looks at the paper, one might think that she had just been asked to sign away her immortality. Her hand hesitates, and she's sunk so far into her thoughts that his words don't reach her until the record has been presented to them. ]
--they make copies? How many are floating about?