[She's the one who's asked if he had something else and she's the one nervous about whatever that might be. So when he follows up, her insides tense just a touch. What he leaves on the table is something she knows very well. It's... hers. It's about as shocking to be faced with as him having a picture of her. Except in this case, he's had it since he arrived.
Did... she give it to him at some point? Why? What would be the reason for doing such a thing? It would explain why she hasn't had it, however.
Lifting a hand, it's a subconscious thought that encourages her to splay her fingertips against her collar.]
Do you know whose that is?
[She raises her eyebrows at him, wondering if he's already aware of that answer, or if it's been simply a mystery to him.]
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Did... she give it to him at some point? Why? What would be the reason for doing such a thing? It would explain why she hasn't had it, however.
Lifting a hand, it's a subconscious thought that encourages her to splay her fingertips against her collar.]
Do you know whose that is?
[She raises her eyebrows at him, wondering if he's already aware of that answer, or if it's been simply a mystery to him.]