[Shaw stays where she is. Rightly or not, she assumes that his reason for ducking behind the tree is because he wants privacy - and even though she doesn't much care about utilitarian nudity, she won't intrude. The sounds are a little disconcerting, and she takes a step or two closer, but that's as far as she goes. When he comes back out into the open, he'll find her much as he left her, down to the subdued, faintly guarded expression on her face.
If this is a trick, she thinks, it's a good one.]
I'm guessing you can't talk. But can you understand me?
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If this is a trick, she thinks, it's a good one.]
I'm guessing you can't talk. But can you understand me?