[ the way her eyes are, twin abysses of violet and black, it's difficult to tell when she's looked at you askance; a flicker of movement, maybe, or the angle of her face. she does it now, regarding Winter from beneath her lashes. a tired once-over, but a once-over nonetheless. the thing about thieves is you clock them less often than you'd expect. on obvious thief is a poor one. ]
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...I have question for you.