[ As Lucille reaches for the knife, Harriet looks at the table. Suddenly, it doesn't seem so terrible. Suddenly, she's hungry. She glances around, sees people making faces of satisfaction and sheer delight when they have a mouthful.
But. Back to the woman with blood on her clothes. Her face is unreadable, and her smile is almost too perfect. She's being polite, if nothing else. Harriet may not trust this stranger who seems unbothered by her bloody clothing, but she can work with politeness. That perfect posture reminds her of her mother, actually, which is... not the best thing, but at least the woman looks nothing at all like Harriet's mom. ]
Sort of. [ She makes a face and a hand motion widely accepted as so-so. Thank god for universal signs. Hearing people don't seem to realize they use sign a fair amount in their lives, but Harriet does, and makes use of that to bridge the gap. ] We were working together. She's injured. I can't leave her by herself.
[ She pauses, frowning in concern. ] Are you okay?
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But. Back to the woman with blood on her clothes. Her face is unreadable, and her smile is almost too perfect. She's being polite, if nothing else. Harriet may not trust this stranger who seems unbothered by her bloody clothing, but she can work with politeness. That perfect posture reminds her of her mother, actually, which is... not the best thing, but at least the woman looks nothing at all like Harriet's mom. ]
Sort of. [ She makes a face and a hand motion widely accepted as so-so. Thank god for universal signs. Hearing people don't seem to realize they use sign a fair amount in their lives, but Harriet does, and makes use of that to bridge the gap. ] We were working together. She's injured. I can't leave her by herself.
[ She pauses, frowning in concern. ] Are you okay?
[ Because. Because of the blood. ]