He shifts uncomfortably under her gaze, even if it's not the way she might have looked him over before they were paired -- though he does shoot her a wry look at that last part. "And now, Caitlin?"
He knows he should be looking, too, so he starts rifling through another rack. It's a little like trying to read when overtired, though: it all sort of muddles together, nothing standing out in any way that particularly registers.
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He knows he should be looking, too, so he starts rifling through another rack. It's a little like trying to read when overtired, though: it all sort of muddles together, nothing standing out in any way that particularly registers.