[She's halfway through lugging yet another body onto the cart - the last for this particular street, thank god - when he speaks, and she's caught off guard enough by his sentiment that her hands freeze for a moment as her gaze flicks over. The pause lasts only half a second before she's back in motion, though this time there's the slightest upward curve to one corner of her lips.
It's not quite a smile, but it's something.]
I'll do my best.
[A genuine answer, in reply to genuine concern. Truly she has no plans of dying just yet. What she would like, however—]
How do you feel about a cup of coffee after this? We're due for a break soon.
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It's not quite a smile, but it's something.]
I'll do my best.
[A genuine answer, in reply to genuine concern. Truly she has no plans of dying just yet. What she would like, however—]
How do you feel about a cup of coffee after this? We're due for a break soon.