[ Oh - it's you. He meets her gaze with a downward twist of his mouth. Conchita looks to be in the same mood she was the other day when they met at the market. Somehow it reminds him of someone -
His mouth opens, confused by her not-quite-question - what's she want? After a second his hand raises to the device curled around his ear, giving her a questioning look. ]
Where's yours? [ Not accusatory, though maybe a little suspicious. If she plans on tossing it out the window or smashing it under her foot for him stepping on hers the other day, well, no - he's not about to hand it over to her. ]
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His mouth opens, confused by her not-quite-question - what's she want? After a second his hand raises to the device curled around his ear, giving her a questioning look. ]
Where's yours? [ Not accusatory, though maybe a little suspicious. If she plans on tossing it out the window or smashing it under her foot for him stepping on hers the other day, well, no - he's not about to hand it over to her. ]