[Claire can't decide if she's pleased or annoyed, and her shuffling over both of these reactions probably reflects well enough on her face that she lets it go completely. For a moment, she feels like she's being complimented by a teacher that she's hated long enough for it to be a surprise but resolutely doesn't suggest that he could have just given her a gold star. His next comment comes quickly enough, anyway, that to Claire it serves as an even greater surprise than his comment about picking the lighter up had been. She turns, just her shoulders and chest, as if she is actually going to look behind her again, but she is obviously the only other person in the room so there is nothing to be gained from it.]
Why do you think it's strange? [Claire doesn't know much of this collection of relationships, just what she's picked up and observed when she's paying more attention than she would like.] I'm not saying it's not - [She isn't saying it is.] - but just... why do you think so?
sometimes a little step is the greatest divide
Why do you think it's strange? [Claire doesn't know much of this collection of relationships, just what she's picked up and observed when she's paying more attention than she would like.] I'm not saying it's not - [She isn't saying it is.] - but just... why do you think so?