[She tries to get a read on him, but she's never been particularly great at that. It's just a frown, which could mean a million things, so she sighs. God, if she had her magic—
Whatever. He brings his hands up and she mimics him, frowning herself now.]
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Whatever. He brings his hands up and she mimics him, frowning herself now.]
You're not very talkative, are you?
[And here comes punch number two, as requested.]