[She turns to look at White now. For an instant, a quick, sullen instant, every single one of her eyes opens, stacked up on her forehead. It's so fast and so unannounced that a blink would cause him to miss it, and surely at this angle her hair blocks Orange from seeing it.]
I don't make bullshit.
[She turns back to Orange. The tone of her voice suggests absolutely no hostility.]
no subject
I don't make bullshit.
[She turns back to Orange. The tone of her voice suggests absolutely no hostility.]
Yes.