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[Throwing him off balance is always a little gratifying; a slow and certain shift towards normality for her. She's been almost exclusively pushing him away, since ending up on his bed that midnight. It's not a date, except in a way it is; the way their relationship wasn't a relationship until it wasn't anymore. For once she can't even regret agreeing, even with his eyes on her; it's been a quietly awful day. It's nice, though she won't admit it.]

I think I'm presentable.

[She cocks her head a little, a gesture of subdued vanity. She's no slave to fashion, but she's usually dressed nicely; better to be judged poorly for looking too nice than for being a slob.]

Blue Light's fine.