[He clamps up briefly, watching how she paces and tries to shake off tension. He is curious, confused, and can’t help the urge to reach out and understand in spite of what she had done to him not so long ago. So, he swallows, and tries again.]
Are you...ok?
[This is less sarcastic, though still hesitant. She had just dug into his mind with a rusty railroad spike after all.]
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Are you...ok?
[This is less sarcastic, though still hesitant. She had just dug into his mind with a rusty railroad spike after all.]