[ It's not the coffee cup tumbling over that makes her flinch, though there is an exasperated curse under her breath at it. No, it's the sound of that voice, so dangerously close. She has a napkin of her own that she picks up, having left it just to the side with a clear map of the space in her mind, and her free hand carefully inches along the table until her fingertips find the edge of the puddle for her to mop up. ]
I'm sorry, sugar, I'm a bit more clumsy than usual right now. [ Her southern drawl softens the words but makes them no less sincere. She's sorry to have bothered him, period. ]
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I'm sorry, sugar, I'm a bit more clumsy than usual right now. [ Her southern drawl softens the words but makes them no less sincere. She's sorry to have bothered him, period. ]