[She rolls her eyes, about to say it figures, but she pauses at his next words. What he's implying - no, that's impossible. He can't be her brother, she thinks, and the only person who would know enough to make that kind of comment is a member of her family... Or the person who wrote the descriptions in the pamphlet. She latches onto that possibility immediately.]
Fuck you. How did you find this out? Who are you?
[Her anger doesn't change the fact that she at once looks tense, nervous and uneasy. This is sick.]
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Fuck you. How did you find this out? Who are you?
[Her anger doesn't change the fact that she at once looks tense, nervous and uneasy. This is sick.]