[She knows it's difficult, the Quynh problem. But she was one of them, to a point. It came in handy at times like this. She didn't like what she did to Booker, but that was... a long time ago now.]
[His joke about his brightest clothing made her walk off chuckling. She would be sure to make him look good and not look ridiculous, just because she was nice like that.]
[she leaned into the arm of the couch, looking over to him. She wasn't going to come out because of this reason, but there was something about it that she might want to talk about. Maybe. God damn it.]
[She rested her head on a fist, her elbow on the couch arm.] I notice that wasn't a question.
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[His joke about his brightest clothing made her walk off chuckling. She would be sure to make him look good and not look ridiculous, just because she was nice like that.]
[she leaned into the arm of the couch, looking over to him. She wasn't going to come out because of this reason, but there was something about it that she might want to talk about. Maybe. God damn it.]
[She rested her head on a fist, her elbow on the couch arm.] I notice that wasn't a question.
[Stalling]