No. Pardon. [And since he says try me, she does, turning to face the mirror and carefully walking back over to it. Hers is a face like anyone else's might be, save for the smooth, even skin between her eyebrows and cheekbones. The blindfold, she sets on the edge of the sink to dry.] Never has been.
[Deadpan or genuine: you decide. Until she knows a person, she tends to let her words tumble awkwardly in between.]
no subject
[Deadpan or genuine: you decide. Until she knows a person, she tends to let her words tumble awkwardly in between.]
What, sorry, yes-- was your job?