[Those last, mumbled words somehow draw Terry's attention back to her mouth.
Wait, no staring.
Right.
Bad.
Baaaad bad bad. He moves back with that particular liquid grace that you get when adrenaline starts pumping and you've been trained like he has. He stop himself from moving that way, and holds quite still for a moment, then gets to his feet almost clumsily.]
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Wait, no staring.
Right.
Bad.
Baaaad bad bad. He moves back with that particular liquid grace that you get when adrenaline starts pumping and you've been trained like he has. He stop himself from moving that way, and holds quite still for a moment, then gets to his feet almost clumsily.]
I'm getting a drink; do you want a refill?