[ Grell parts her lips to reply, but catches herself stopping short, brows pressing together as her eyes drift in thought. It seems that could certainly apply to her situation, at the very least.
Her teeth catch the corner of her lip, while she reaches for her glass. ]
Well-- so what if it is. [ A swig, and she's licking over her lips, pointedly gesturing toward him to assure that she's going to further that point! ] You're you, and what's there to do about that?
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Her teeth catch the corner of her lip, while she reaches for her glass. ]
Well-- so what if it is. [ A swig, and she's licking over her lips, pointedly gesturing toward him to assure that she's going to further that point! ] You're you, and what's there to do about that?