He'd turned his moment of discomposure into an exploration of the kitchen, seeing what was in it and where. He closed the cabinet he'd been looking in when the bedroom door opens… and didn't know whether or not to hide his admiring surprise. She looks…
Stuff it, Andor.
"I should…" coming out of the kitchen to pick up his folded uniform, nodding toward the bedroom. Put these away—because he knew they might be surveilled, here, too? "Then we'll get going."
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Date: 2019-06-09 06:14 am (UTC)Stuff it, Andor.
"I should…" coming out of the kitchen to pick up his folded uniform, nodding toward the bedroom. Put these away—because he knew they might be surveilled, here, too? "Then we'll get going."