[Pen spun at the sound of a voice, her hand reaching instinctively for a drawer. It froze halfway through the motion, her fingers dropping down. With a soft sigh of relief, she sagged back against the counter.]
Hey. Lucy. Sorry about that.
[Did she mean going for the gun, or the shouting? The world may never know.]
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Hey. Lucy. Sorry about that.
[Did she mean going for the gun, or the shouting? The world may never know.]
You sleep okay?