[ It's probably a little presumptuous, the way that Scott's eyes light up at her. He slides down from where he'd been sitting on the ledge, standing on the balcony now, looking her with considerable interest, expression open. ]
What will you do? Can you figure out how they got it in the first place?
[ He doubts it, there's no way anyone would reveal how they came about their goods, lest their supply get cut off, but the question slips out before he can help it. Maybe it's just because he's been starved for an opportunity that might lead to something good. His demeanour changes immediately, and he focuses more closely on her, studying her presence and trying to commit it to memory. ]
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What will you do? Can you figure out how they got it in the first place?
[ He doubts it, there's no way anyone would reveal how they came about their goods, lest their supply get cut off, but the question slips out before he can help it. Maybe it's just because he's been starved for an opportunity that might lead to something good. His demeanour changes immediately, and he focuses more closely on her, studying her presence and trying to commit it to memory. ]