[ A million smarmy things come to mind immediately, the dumb, fiery side of her somehow refusing to die. Nothing particularly stupid makes it to her lips, however, but she does offer a shrug. That probably won't be sufficient enough, so eventually she does answer. ]
You want people to stop worryin' about me, I gotta make sure they don't.
[ She looks away at a distant area, not wanting to meet his eyes. She's rooted to the spot, her body unwilling to go further. ]
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[ he's already prepared for her, in fresh scrubs with impatient hands set on his hips. ]
Do you have an excuse for that?
[ she's an annoyance. Her need to interact with people and keep their suspicions low is just as troublesome as a dog needed to be brought on walks. ]
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You want people to stop worryin' about me, I gotta make sure they don't.
[ She looks away at a distant area, not wanting to meet his eyes. She's rooted to the spot, her body unwilling to go further. ]
Would you even accept any excuse I got to give?