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[She acts like a child around him. She's realized it by now, that sometimes her behavior mirrors a girl a few years younger. It's not intentional, but it comes on reflex like the jerk of a knee. It became easy to do it to feel the response, to get the attention and maybe even the chiding without being punished. She acts out sometimes to feel his care.

So when he knows it's her and calls out accordingly, the side cabin's door swings back open a little bit, inviting him in to the barebones arrangement.]

I'm in a bad mood. [Her usual warning, too, but it's only her voice... She hasn't seen him come through the door yet. She's fussing with a teacup.]