[She's not—sorry he asked, anymore than she is for rifling around in some rich man's things. Fitcher pauses only a moment, her head tipped toward him like the way an attentive and clever dog keeps her ear cocked for a whistle or command. Sensitive as she may be to the flicker of his mood, her own good humor is plenty resilient.
(When she looks at him, there's some note of expectation in it. Why, does he have some alternative in mind?)]
me yesterday typing html on my phone: why the hell did I put this thread in brackets
[She's not—sorry he asked, anymore than she is for rifling around in some rich man's things. Fitcher pauses only a moment, her head tipped toward him like the way an attentive and clever dog keeps her ear cocked for a whistle or command. Sensitive as she may be to the flicker of his mood, her own good humor is plenty resilient.
(When she looks at him, there's some note of expectation in it. Why, does he have some alternative in mind?)]