You aren't. [She looked away from him again, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. It held her computer, her files from Enterprise, the files she'd received here, and she studied the binding on each one as if they were utterly fascinating.] Neither am I.
[She almost wanted to reach out for him, but she pushed the urge aside, stifling it. As usual.]
Spam
[She almost wanted to reach out for him, but she pushed the urge aside, stifling it. As usual.]