There's a moment of silence between them, until the sound of running water seems to shake her free from her stupor. She slowly holsters her weapon, dropping her head to avoid Bill's eyes.
"M'glad yer up an' about. How y'feelin'?"
It's idle, polite chatter, edged with obvious nervousness. She steps away from the wall, gesturing obscurely to offer him a seat.
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"M'glad yer up an' about. How y'feelin'?"
It's idle, polite chatter, edged with obvious nervousness. She steps away from the wall, gesturing obscurely to offer him a seat.