[Nathan is a liar. Of this she's absolutely certain. She knows the patterns of his voice and body, an unkind man disguised as a kind one. If not a monster hidden under the guise of a person, then at best inefficiently cruel. She doesn't believe him, and she doesn't believe in him. Believing in people has gotten her nowhere.]
[She steps close, hesitant, while he focuses on his photos and his anger. Her brows draw together in concern. It's all a matter of balance: she isn't Ryan's friend, but she knew him tangentially, was worried for him in a small way after Hannibal and is more so now. A matter of balance, of degrees.]
[(Her neck is uncovered. Her scar stands out pale in the sun.)]
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[She steps close, hesitant, while he focuses on his photos and his anger. Her brows draw together in concern. It's all a matter of balance: she isn't Ryan's friend, but she knew him tangentially, was worried for him in a small way after Hannibal and is more so now. A matter of balance, of degrees.]
[(Her neck is uncovered. Her scar stands out pale in the sun.)]
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