[Well, small favors, at least. She eyes the board again, almost absently moving around to seek out the chalk and apply it to the tip of her cue as she thinks. Scritch, scratch. She ought to be careful not to get the blue dust on her fingertips, or it'll be proof that she was here.
Assuming that's something she cares to hide, that is.]
I'm just making conversation.
[She examines the alignment of the balls again; the four is out of the question this time around, but the six might yet be an option. The tip of her tongue pokes just barely out of the corner of her mouth as she thinks about it, then recedes abruptly as though it was never there at all.]
The six. That side.
[Find the right angle, glance it off — and she shoots.]
no subject
Assuming that's something she cares to hide, that is.]
I'm just making conversation.
[She examines the alignment of the balls again; the four is out of the question this time around, but the six might yet be an option. The tip of her tongue pokes just barely out of the corner of her mouth as she thinks about it, then recedes abruptly as though it was never there at all.]
The six. That side.
[Find the right angle, glance it off — and she shoots.]