You might think she couldn't get any stiffer or stand up any straighter. Think again.
Stacia doesn't think he's lying. She doesn't have any Gifts she can use right now -- maybe she's too far from the spirits' influences to do so -- but she's got a good eye for this sort of thing and she doesn't think he's lying.
She has dozens of questions she wants to ask, but his glance around the stairwell reminds her that she doesn't know if the walls are bugged to carry their secrets back to management. She struggles, but reins in her tongue.
"Were you trying to help?"
Her tone is gentler this time. Less like she's trying to decide whether or not to kill him, more like she's trying to decide whether or not to non-fatally punch him in the face (there's a distinction, okay).
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Stacia doesn't think he's lying. She doesn't have any Gifts she can use right now -- maybe she's too far from the spirits' influences to do so -- but she's got a good eye for this sort of thing and she doesn't think he's lying.
She has dozens of questions she wants to ask, but his glance around the stairwell reminds her that she doesn't know if the walls are bugged to carry their secrets back to management. She struggles, but reins in her tongue.
"Were you trying to help?"
Her tone is gentler this time. Less like she's trying to decide whether or not to kill him, more like she's trying to decide whether or not to non-fatally punch him in the face (there's a distinction, okay).