[ she could smile, maybe. either at the good news -- indeed, she huffs a quiet thank god when ray suggests the man in question might be 'himself again.' twice over, she thinks, but doesn't dare approach the topic aloud. although she figures herself as a brave soul, she knows she's not yet prepared to seek rip out for a debriefing anything near to what she'd proposed with her former boss.
she's bandying around thoughts about what she could say instead, but ray asks a good question. a better question, really, than the one about her work.
so she smiles about that instead. the smile doesn't reach her eyes. ]
You haven't, no. But if you did, I'd tell you it's 1947.
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she's bandying around thoughts about what she could say instead, but ray asks a good question. a better question, really, than the one about her work.
so she smiles about that instead. the smile doesn't reach her eyes. ]
You haven't, no. But if you did, I'd tell you it's 1947.