[Momentum—the humming sense in the back of her head which demands she look behind every door on the off chance that one of the people who should be with her is—sees her nearly to the bottom of the stairs before Maureen pauses, and turns back to look at him. There's a clear line of confusion in her face; the sense of a gear (or multiple gears, all a part of some great mechanism whirring along) turning inside her head.
She gives him a once over. Or maybe a twice over.]
But you have it now. [Thinking aloud.] Is there anything else that's different?
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She gives him a once over. Or maybe a twice over.]
But you have it now. [Thinking aloud.] Is there anything else that's different?