[There's almost no difference between her in the prison and her out of it-- she's quiet and serious, trying to betray nothing as she approaches.
(there's a slight furrow in her brow, the corner of her mouth turned down a little too sharply to be anything but anxiety and unease)
It disappears into a look of bafflement when she stops and he offers the cat.]
It-- What? [Eloquent. She looks at it then to him, eyes wide] Why? [She blurts it out and then realizes immediately how poor a reaction that was; her ears turn red and she reaches for the cat, taking it carefully.]
Sorry, I mean... Thank you. Did you make this yourself?
no subject
(there's a slight furrow in her brow, the corner of her mouth turned down a little too sharply to be anything but anxiety and unease)
It disappears into a look of bafflement when she stops and he offers the cat.]
It-- What? [Eloquent. She looks at it then to him, eyes wide] Why? [She blurts it out and then realizes immediately how poor a reaction that was; her ears turn red and she reaches for the cat, taking it carefully.]
Sorry, I mean... Thank you. Did you make this yourself?