There's a weak nodding. She doesn't think she'll be fine. Right now she thinks nothing will be fine. But she is more fine than she was this morning. And each moment of the day she'll be better. "Okay... I wonder if she know Poker ... or ..." She considers for a moment, eyes far away. "She knows it. She has to. She might be gunning that... I won't try to get help."
There's a small smile, "Glass etching. I'm not fantastic with it, but she is pretty good. I was hoping for that."
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There's a small smile, "Glass etching. I'm not fantastic with it, but she is pretty good. I was hoping for that."