[ He puts his hands on the table and eyes her carefully, like he's expecting her to remark at him further instead of focusing on his question. She doesn't. He looks pleased she let it die. And tilts his head, focusing on her answer to the question and looking more curious than suspicious. ]
How did he die? [ She did say she didn't commit what she was in here for. He's assuming some sort of murder. If he's wrong, then she'll correct him. Whatever. If he's right he looks like he knows far more than he should, which is always nice. ]
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How did he die? [ She did say she didn't commit what she was in here for. He's assuming some sort of murder. If he's wrong, then she'll correct him. Whatever. If he's right he looks like he knows far more than he should, which is always nice. ]