[ Whatever alcohol that had been in her system is mostly faded by now and the ramifications of what just happened has hit. She chews her lower lip nervously, tapping a finger on her knee in thought as she glances at Thomas some. She wants to say...god. She's not sure what. So she just sits in silence, looking for all the world that she wants to say something, but the phrasing is difficult. ]
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Re: [action]
Date: 2014-06-25 06:54 pm (UTC)