His blaster stayed aimed at her directly. His eyes also stayed on her but became more off-center; keeping her in peripheral vision, so he'd immediately catch any movement, but where he could also glance down at the clothes. He picked up carefully, one item at a time. He ran his hand through every one, shook every one out. One by one, he set them down in a pile. Then at last turned his gaze back, fully, on her.
"Come closer," he said. When she had: "Okay. Stop. Turn around. All the way. Slowly."
(But he was still kneeling. No body language whatever suggested he planned to stand. And he didn't.)
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Date: 2019-08-24 09:30 am (UTC)"Come closer," he said. When she had: "Okay. Stop. Turn around. All the way. Slowly."
(But he was still kneeling. No body language whatever suggested he planned to stand. And he didn't.)