"No, it wasn't - you didn't - " Ellen insists, but it would appear there's no steering herself out of this particular conversation, and she can't explain why she feels so at a loss for leaving things dangling, but she inevitably presses her lips together in a firm line, nods once, and moves to make her exit.
The question that springs up only does so after she's turned her back, and she whirls back around slowly.
"So, do I get a name, or am I going to have to make something up?"
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Date: 2012-02-12 04:36 pm (UTC)The question that springs up only does so after she's turned her back, and she whirls back around slowly.
"So, do I get a name, or am I going to have to make something up?"