[ Abigail accepts the second slice of pie with only a small nod of thanks. She is now looking at Ned in a different way. It's only just noticeable, but she becomes ever so slightly stiffer, less relaxed. It's not as if she's expecting Ned to accuse her of some heinous offense out of nowhere--it's reflexive. She's spent too much time with Jack Crawford picking at the seams of her life, too much time around Alana watching her for any weakness, not to be on the defensive.
The fact that it's a private investigator doesn't really make much of a difference: he's still someone whose job it is to see through people's secrets, to separate the innocent from the guilty. Part of her defensiveness gets re-routed as sarcasm; she raises her eyebrows, asking with some skepticism ]
Kind of a weird second job for a professional pastry-maker, isn't it?
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The fact that it's a private investigator doesn't really make much of a difference: he's still someone whose job it is to see through people's secrets, to separate the innocent from the guilty. Part of her defensiveness gets re-routed as sarcasm; she raises her eyebrows, asking with some skepticism ]
Kind of a weird second job for a professional pastry-maker, isn't it?