[Pause, slight. Steady. School her face back into something less reactive, the straight-furrowed brow that’s become so typical these days. It’s almost instinctive as the snap.]

No. [Focus back on him. Tense fingers curl out just enough to rub her temple, a slight nick above the brow. In all, it only takes seconds.] I wouldn’t.

Your answer. [Hardly a question. On with it....]