[ Grell has settled herself low in her seat, arms tucked tight against her middle. The establishment is warmer than outside, surely, but the fireplace hasn't quite heated the room yet, either.
She hasn't said anything all the while, and it's only once she's addressed that she raises her eyes to meet the other's. It occurs to her that she could give a fake name, but what would be the point, really. ]
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She hasn't said anything all the while, and it's only once she's addressed that she raises her eyes to meet the other's. It occurs to her that she could give a fake name, but what would be the point, really. ]
Grell Sutcliffe.