[There was a small sound that heralded that he was no longer alone in this place, playing with the dolls. Hands rested against each other, still wrapped in gloves. Habit, yes, and no longer necessary. However, habits had their places in life and she didn't feel comfortable right now. When she cleared her throat, her voice had a cool, sort of pained note to it.]
This one, I assure you, was not my doing. You are unharmed?
Dollhouse
This one, I assure you, was not my doing. You are unharmed?