When he released her hand, she quickly placed it in her lap and held it there—a clear sign of her discomfort. He obviously had little idea who she was or why she was here; she wasn't even sure if they'd met before.

"I'm working as a research assistant. For your brother, I mean." she explained quietly, staring up at him from her seat. Part of her was afraid to rise, but part of her knew that remaining seated only made her feel smaller. It was certainly a predicament, and one she wasn't feeling brave enough to solve at the moment.

"I couldn't say what the job entails yet—does anyone, really?—but it should...be...fun."

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