Hey, no. [Clara recognizes the embarrassment, and shakes her head.] I believe you.
[She stays at the railing, standing on her toes to meet Sarah's height. It occurs to her for a moment that the metal should be colder, out here with the North Atlantic wind; then the thought fades.]
no subject
[She stays at the railing, standing on her toes to meet Sarah's height. It occurs to her for a moment that the metal should be colder, out here with the North Atlantic wind; then the thought fades.]
What did it look like? Bigger?