Instead of taking the blueprints from Dean, Lara instead looked on at his side, the gesture a calculated intimacy, familiar and affectionate. "Mmm, that is clever," she murmured, reaching over and straightening the corner of one page, her hand brushing against Dean's idly.
Her expression was schooled to one of mild interest, but there was a lie to it in her eyes, in the way the arsenic grey depths seemed to sweep over every line of the plans, to scrutinize them as if at once memorizing and searching for potential weakness. Improvements to make. Ways to replicate it elsewhere.
"You're relying on obituaries for some of these patterns, aren't you?" she asked thoughtfully.
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Date: 2011-03-28 05:52 am (UTC)Her expression was schooled to one of mild interest, but there was a lie to it in her eyes, in the way the arsenic grey depths seemed to sweep over every line of the plans, to scrutinize them as if at once memorizing and searching for potential weakness. Improvements to make. Ways to replicate it elsewhere.
"You're relying on obituaries for some of these patterns, aren't you?" she asked thoughtfully.