[So Justin's coming home from work to find a slightly bloody girl on his doorstep with a knife - he's pretty used to dealing with enemies so he has a sharp eye for weapons even if they're partially concealed. A frown.
Since she is on the front porch, he isn't able to see her in the pictures before intercepting her, so he is very suspicious and mentally preparing to bust out the guillotine blade in his arm.]
[She stared at him for a second. That face--Oh, yes... that was the man standing next to her in the awful photo where she had this uncharacteristic saccharine smile... ugh.]
[He's nowhere near as chipper as the photo would have you believe either. Probably a good thing. Justin's expression dulls slightly as he is stared at, but he hasn't let down his guard yet.]
I see. Then please state what business you have with me, miss.
It's no big deal, but it is from glass, so stopping the bleeding will be annoying. [She says so, but doesn't seem to care too much, looking at her off hand, almost lackadaisically playing with the blood on her palm.]
Since she is on the front porch, he isn't able to see her in the pictures before intercepting her, so he is very suspicious and mentally preparing to bust out the guillotine blade in his arm.]
.... Can I help you?
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You might.
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I see. Then please state what business you have with me, miss.
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Do you live here?
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[He is struck with a hunch, based on the first thing she said.]
How about you?
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Have you spoken to anyone besides me?
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I woke up here.
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[This next bit is sooo awkward.]
And if you woke up here, then... ahhh, judging by your age.... I regret to inform you that .... we are married.
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I'll locate it for you, shall I?
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Thanks. [She walks into the kitchen to dispose of the large shard of glass there.]
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