[He shifts his weight again, folding his paper and tucking it and his pen away again, rocking from the balls of his feet to his heels a time or two. He runs his tongue over his teeth in thought, mouth closed, and tilts his head.]
[A huffed sort of sigh.]
I'm not sure if that makes me more or less inclined to question what the hell she wants with Egyptians, then.
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[A huffed sort of sigh.]
I'm not sure if that makes me more or less inclined to question what the hell she wants with Egyptians, then.