[ She takes a moment to study his puzzling reaction. A kinder person might offer some concern for his injury, or at least some sympathy, but Kira stares just as blank-faced and unflinching as ever. It's almost accusing, really, the way her eyes burn into him, study his bumps and bruises and sputtering. ]
You're staring again.
[ Now it's definitely an accusation. But she clearly doesn't know what to do with it. Only that she knows, now, because of him, that there is something to that. He has admitted he wants to be near her. But here she is, and he's still gaping, like he's perpetually waiting for something else. ]
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You're staring again.
[ Now it's definitely an accusation. But she clearly doesn't know what to do with it. Only that she knows, now, because of him, that there is something to that. He has admitted he wants to be near her. But here she is, and he's still gaping, like he's perpetually waiting for something else. ]
Is that why you're nervous?