[Charlie watches him for a moment before heading over with some caution. She crouches in front of him, tempted to grab his hands and hold them and reassure him that there are ten fingers, but maybe this is something he needs to make sure of.
Balanced on her toes with her hands on her knees, she watches him in silence for a second.]
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Balanced on her toes with her hands on her knees, she watches him in silence for a second.]
Still at ten?