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unexpectedly, the man approaches her. she tenses slightly, glancing to him and immediately feeling a little irritated by his presence, his expression — and especially his question. that he has addressed her at all immediately forces her to reconsider her assumptions, and she finds she's not a fan. i-i don't know... she mumbles, side-eyeing him resentfully for a moment longer before she turns her attention back to the sea. she's not sure what other answer to give; loathe as she is to admit it even to herself, she'd obviously made some error interpreting the situation, so she can hardly give her original reasoning. but she has to come up with something, right? i didn't think you were going to. she tacks on after a few beats, shifting uncomfortably. it's not a lie, but it feels odd on her tongue anyway.