[ She's busy eating for the moment, until she looks up and catches him, and in the first glance she carries on like it's nothing but in the second, her hand stays up. Her eyes lowered and it's - lady like, rather than the brusque way she forces herself most interactions. Softened at her edges for all she is scarred. ]
Duv, you are staring.
[ Worried almost, perhaps she had done something. ]
no subject
Duv, you are staring.
[ Worried almost, perhaps she had done something. ]