[ She lets out a slow breath. The incredible tension doesn't leave her. It may, in truth, be the only thing keeping her on her feet, hands curled in fists at her side and feet planted like she's waiting for a hit that isn't coming. ]
I'm sorry. [ Distantly she thinks she would find it unnerving how steady her own voice is, after a display like that. Another breath and she forces herself to turn and look at him. ] I shouldn't have thrown your wastebin.
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I'm sorry. [ Distantly she thinks she would find it unnerving how steady her own voice is, after a display like that. Another breath and she forces herself to turn and look at him. ] I shouldn't have thrown your wastebin.