[ She thinks about maybe moving this conversation - interaction? - from the hallway to someplace that just blatantly isn't the hallway, someplace where she can at least no longer be holding a misshapen lump of chocolate. Her weight shifts from one foot to the other, debating asking during the silence.
All in all, she manages to move about two feet away from the lift door, just in case someone else wants to spill out and join the party, watching her own feet shuffle out of the way. When she looks up again, she's got a crease between her eyebrows. ]
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All in all, she manages to move about two feet away from the lift door, just in case someone else wants to spill out and join the party, watching her own feet shuffle out of the way. When she looks up again, she's got a crease between her eyebrows. ]
Why would Darcy be mad at you?
[ Of all people. ]