[It's his manner that has her stopping short, pausing instead of stepping past him with her nose in the air. My Lady. Heavens, how Elizabethan of him.]
...I'm not that delicate, [she replies primly, appraising him.] What are you doing loitering about back here?
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...I'm not that delicate, [she replies primly, appraising him.] What are you doing loitering about back here?