She looks at him as he begins to speak, keeps her expression as neutral as she can, waits for him to elaborate.
...He doesn't exactly, but he says enough.
Tenenbaum tries to keep her face steady. But dismay registers there, and her fingers tighten around the coffee mug--
"Ah."
--So it is that, then.
No wonder the man wanted to speak to her in person.
At least Sinclair, protector candidate purveyor extraordinaire, isn't really in a position to judge her. But, actually, no. No, that doesn't help one bit.
She drops her gaze guiltily, debates not answering at all.
"For the sake of things I am not proud of," she says at last, her voice low and stained through with disgust. Then she meets Sinclair's eye again and asks, at a loss, "But you-- how in the world did you learn of this?"
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...He doesn't exactly, but he says enough.
Tenenbaum tries to keep her face steady. But dismay registers there, and her fingers tighten around the coffee mug--
"Ah."
--So it is that, then.
No wonder the man wanted to speak to her in person.
At least Sinclair, protector candidate purveyor extraordinaire, isn't really in a position to judge her. But, actually, no. No, that doesn't help one bit.
She drops her gaze guiltily, debates not answering at all.
"For the sake of things I am not proud of," she says at last, her voice low and stained through with disgust. Then she meets Sinclair's eye again and asks, at a loss, "But you-- how in the world did you learn of this?"