[ She shrugs a little, almost dismissive, eyes down. Toe of her shoe scuffing against the floor. She's spending a lot of time with Steve and Nancy. And whenever she can, with her walkie talkie. ]
I guess.
[ She's still looking down. As if the tip of her shoe holds the answer to the mysteries of the universe. She's frowning, impatient with her own uncharacteristic uncertainty. ]
I don't. Know much about Christmas.
[ Slow, deep breath. Her voice goes very quiet. ]
You're supposed to be with family.
[ She holds out a gift then. It's poorly wrapped, large, vaguely rectangular, and gives when touched. Something soft, but not in a box. ]
no subject
I guess.
[ She's still looking down. As if the tip of her shoe holds the answer to the mysteries of the universe. She's frowning, impatient with her own uncharacteristic uncertainty. ]
I don't. Know much about Christmas.
[ Slow, deep breath. Her voice goes very quiet. ]
You're supposed to be with family.
[ She holds out a gift then. It's poorly wrapped, large, vaguely rectangular, and gives when touched. Something soft, but not in a box. ]